Wouldn’t You Know

It didn’t pan out wouldn’t you know it

Blow it I didn’t but she who played the fraud

Phony as can be thought she was slick

So slippery she slid past it the mark she had set

Well what do you know look at her go

But I know who I am

Makes you wonder about folks not enough to worry

Maybe panned out in the end though not the end

Enough to keep moving to the next door opened

Could be even better

Now that’s a thought





Holiday Cheer


After Hours


He raised the goblet to his mouth

It was red wine he’d planned to drink deep

But what were those specs

Skin of the grape not pasteurized

Sediment from the bottom of the barrel

Barrel’s bottom poetically so

That should smell sweet


But a closer look


They had tiny wings

All eight of them they do, or did

“Seriously?” he exclaimed to no one near

They weren’t moving

They’d had their fill

Died trying to finish it off

That’s a laugh

Like trying to drink the ocean dry

Not in anyone’s lifetime


What to do

About these squatters

Skinny-dipping D’Abruzzo pool

He got a spoon

Scooped one by one

Meticulously so

Commanding sternly

“Little bastard, spit it out!”

No response sealed fate all round

Tossed into the disposal

Into infinity ground, mashed more accurately so


The deed now done

He drained his glass without a sound




A Book Review: Blinders Keepers by John Rachel


Blinders Keepers On More Levels Than You Can Count


Two horsemen War and Death ride. They might as well with the world especially the US leadership, economy, you-name-it, going to hell in a handbasket. In Missouri there was nothing with that nothingness being captured so much so I thought this book couldn’t possibly be for me, but it all exploded in a blink and the Two sprung forth through the flame. Famine and Conquest could not help but follow and weren’t going to miss it. The lamb indeed follows with them and treks across the country with nowhere to hide while the father watches over his son or is it his guardian angel leaving notes? He’s drawing a blank and keeps it up relentlessly, we the readers don’t know yet, but it’s any man’s game in an apocalypse.


Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride holds nothing on this book although I’d be afraid to imagine what a Blinders Keepers Wild Ride might be. Everyone around him keeps dying but our protagonist just can’t figure it out – I figured it out. I mean, if I can figure it out what’s his deal? Have you ever wanted to yell at a movie screen when the character isn’t moving fast enough or you know what’s going to happen next but s/he doesn’t. I wanted to grab Noah by both shoulders and shake him but realities keep becoming just too blurred. Turns out the father and guardian angel are one and the same double agent, if you will, keeping him alive. To top it off there’s this meteor that doesn’t really exist but the President sees opportunity in opinion polls going up in his favor pretending it does. I don’t know why he just doesn’t send Noah’s dad and a military crew into space to napalm it like they do to so many others.


When you read Blinders Keepers you should hold on to something.




Oh No Stands Corrected Or Happily Ever After – Not

So I’m gleefully filling out all paperwork dating the 27th of February and it’s the 28th… means Fat Tuesday is the 28th not the 27th, and the scary part is I have a huge calendar in my room and I look at it to check the date. This is what happens when you hang out with 1-year olds and there’s no other grown-up interaction.

It’s a wonder my brain hasn’t turned to Maypo yet…

What Kind Of Origins Might They Be


Brothers I was watching them

Not you being called brothers but poetically speaking with words rearranged

I hate it when I have to explain too much

Thinking is this something that won’t inspire me

Although simply looking around anything could or should

I watched as differences flared and began shaking my head

So this is where dysfunctional came from maybe

And this side of a faction of family influenced by the classics

How distinct the generations are with dignity here but not there

Easy enough to sell each other out skips a generation

No doubt where they got the idea to throw people away as it were

When catalogued time began and we started writing about it

It’s inconvenient having you as one of us

Isn’t that just great thanks for sharing that expression inane

If Kronos, wait, that’s a watch

If Cronus tried to eat, well ate some of his offspring and who’s left had to trap him to escape with their lives

Why make a bargain now and believe he’ll give a gift once released

Millennia he’s had to stew about it

He’s the parent, the hierarchy

His attitude toward kids wouldn’t have changed

He’ll fix them once he gets out outranking all

“But I set you free I want to rule…” belch




I sit back, up straight and think so that’s were humanity got that one from

The general base what the house is built on

Since the beginning of time would certainly make it a tough habit to break

I read it’s not about the music life plays but how we dance to it

Makes sense nodding as I type

Not in agreement sleep trying to take over knocking me out of the way

Selfish sleep wants the limelight reminding me of days of study

Falling asleep typing papers then waking with fingers still poised in place

Seeing words as the document comes into focus waking thought where was I

For right now change position stay awake


Walking from one room to another will I remember what’s running through my head

It won’t stop

Best I get typing




Would it be, is this the original-original sin

Or did that happen later appear on the scene then

A comical attitude indeed

Zeus becomes mortal because no one prays anymore

Nothing else to do

Would this be the to-earth fall from grace or Olympus from light

Groundwork be laid

Maybe the idea of a superhero group next step

Extraordinary people learning how to live in a community

Egos united

Is that even possible

Marvel at the concept oh look, secret messages

Going from petty to mortal sin in becoming mortal

The way they sin changes or not it’s the same on a different plane

The very thing wrong with the world today

Whoa, reel it back in no getting sublime if that’s what it is

Back to basics, the origins of origins

One brother doesn’t like his job in the underworld

Fair enough not much sun, no aesthetics

Time to stew he sets up the coup

As a rule we should learn from our mistakes

Was it just too long ago to recall this one

The idealist brother shows, Zeus thunderbolt and light

The god of war is the angry one always looking for a fight

The god of the sea joins Zeus to see what’s going on and help

People living by the sea are happier and at peace for the most part

Yet something doesn’t feel right brings family together brothers assemble

At least some of them as all hell breaks loose

Yeah happens a lot in families

Someone blurts out I’ve been holding this in but not any more

After the fact feel bad about not thinking things through first

Later on when the damage is done the adage about the mirror rings true

Throw it in the tub

Look down at the pieces

Say you’re sorry

My bad

Can’t fix what’s happened but take it from there, here

Options anyone

How will we dance to this

First let’s get this guy out of office and back where he was or out of the picture

Better if we didn’t have to worry about him any more

Nip down the road someone getting him out again

On and on over history over time

The mummy, the mummy’s hand, the mummy’s tomb, the mummy’s toenail

But that’s a different tale


Anything new under the sun

Probably not

Unless you’ve got one


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