You And I

We're green, you and I.
You recycle your bullshit;
I save energy
by not listening.

We're those stray bits of eggshell,
you and I; too small
to catch, but enough
to add a teeth jarring crunch
to a cheese omelette.

We're a love story,
you and I, and so lucky
the monkeys could type.

A bit of irony for dVerse

Suffer Boy

Suffer boy drones on -
the bath salt catechism.
Grinding religion

for needy blondes.

He warns that the end is near.
And, that's the new beginning.
Jesus is coming back

to unfriend us all.

For Izy's prompt at Real Toads

Sugarcoat

Sunk deep
in a spring peeper night.
Me, here, and you, there.

I wrap
my sugarcoat tight.
At least we share

the same moon.

Hopefully passing for existential for Kerry's prompt at Real Toads

September 9, 1958

Mother Monster?
Witch and Wife?
Stifled Siren?
Pick a life.

It's either / or.
It's dark or light.
It's less than human.
Pick a life.

The above snippets are from a newspaper article published September 9, 1958.  You can view the article in its entirety here.

Inspired by Fireblossom's time travel prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse.

Feast Of Fools

From cockcrow light to nightingale,
I step fetch at the Feast of Fools.
I serve both elephants and mules,
and both are dumb beyond the pale.

And, yet, this body thrives or fails
to how these dullards make the rules.
From cockcrow light to nightingale,
I step fetch at the Feast of Fools.

There's no happy end to this tale.
The new arrivals keep us full,
and the oldest can't seem to pull
themselves away.  All are for sale
for the price of a coffin nail
from cockcrow light to nightingale.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads