corncobconfessions

twinkling lights strung along fencer rail decorations delight having held the hand of a hand no other hand ever before has held, has nothing to do with price of prime ham, or chased by a hog disgusted with prime ham being held in a hand. up to our necks in poetry, prose and leftover spaghetti from last night's supper. and poetry has finally come to this. does this make you want to cry or go take a piss? I cry while pissing. save yourselves! run!

we, all of us, need stop; reboot our brains. not doing so, very detrimental, causing our brains to bog down; turn to mush.  terminal for many of us. nightmares to ensue. turning insides outward. producing slobbering dribble. reboot! do it now! nothing predicable  in this measure in time. some supernatural prodigy, sentimental over wine. an adjacent premonition of overzealous monkey on speed and whiskey, hanging from a vine.  let's alleviate fear with good dose of distinctive reasoning.  every stupid mistake, stems from thinking stupid thoughts. not to sound overly  melodramatic at this stage, where exuberant jumped  fence, becoming lost in all that political rhetoric creating intensive car to blossom and bloom bright.  aging strip malls; warehouses, factories standing in decay. glory days long past. dust swirls through brokenness. sign of the times. 

utter dependent of those that know; those in the know. above reproach; gestures toward higher-order. enthusiasm on overdrive. glorious revival theories. gravity of such requires great strength, fortitude. no pessimistic views. unknowns relating to....... however, am not authorized revealing such information until cows have returned; fed and milked. by should we diversify, turning deficits into positive arrays; then and only then, authorities my just overlook those unknowns and milk cows. this all rides on diversity, and walking alone through dark and stormy nights with dull thoughts and nowhere to call home. the way it was before it was this way that it is, it was only yesterday. yesterday saying goodbye as to tomorrow was moving in, becoming the new today; yesterday's tears not yet day. and tomorrow's tomorrow gets all set to prance and dance; taking over for today while watching

once upon a time, but now, that time is long past. dairy we say hay? warrants have been issued  for heck of a lot less.  quid pro quo in advance of...... no, will wait with that.  to complicated for simple kangaroos on speed, to contemplate such awkwardness defies logic. enter logistics into mix; bake at 300 degrees for an eternity plus life. never say nothing not retractable.  certainly not traceable.  another snob job; snobby towards all kangaroos.  insensitive blow-hard snob. money has many friends. so very many and all frivolous friends. but only hurts in funny ways. real hurt yet in coming. sauerkraut overload with help with that.  on any given moment of any give day, any given person stepping up to be counted; think of the possibilities. the wonders to achieve. then add another person, and another, and another, and.... well, sky is the limit, here. just imagine all great possibilities  ready to be discovered

how many times can a person die? live and die? live and die? as many times as it takes, old friend; to get right, old friend living, dying, living, dying. until dead, my friend, until dead. suddenly feeling so much alive.  alive, old friend, alive. lay myself down so long; old man, health near gone. hanging on by a thread. weakness creeping on, on and on. not long now. then all gone. old man sings of death; then going, going, gone. cringe, hinge, either or. pick one. tenacious in the wings. stay away from there; tenacious is not good. a monster of sorts, sort of. ah! the rigors! devils they are! tenacious and rigors together; even hell will suffer; suffer large. stay away from there! social media: friend or foe? well, that's the question, isn't it? jury still out on this; not expected pack anytime soon. but we know this: social media is scary and getting scarier. when a person has too much

looking over one's shoulder, day after day after day, everyday; a most haggard way of life. existing on adrenaline. counting minutes, not days. living in the now; this day. no future thoughts. no plans, other than staying alive for another day of endless array of days. teetering on edge of existence. stories from the street. most any street. most anywhere. any country, continent; similar stories. separated only by language. this undulating mass of humanity. an alliance of broken dreams; scream out; no one hears. inside every minute, sixty seconds are held captive against their will, aching for release.  cruising on waves of hysteria; across oceans of steamy fire balls. sky aflame with flaming blame gamer's, cursing failures name. having nothing to do with birds and bees, or beam farming. or scrubbing backs of rogue elephants on steroids. or scrub crabs or flying f