To Be a Bee With Allergies

To be a bee with allergies,

The endless sounds of buzz... buzz... sneeze.

Hour after loathsome hour,

Toiling within wretched flowers.

Oh, the bitter irony...

To be a bee with allergies.

The Beast

It waits for me down in the valleys and gorges,
Within the black shadows it hides and it waits.
It wishes to torment me, lash me and slash me
Gnashing its teeth, longs to seal my fate.
So I stick to the high grounds, the ridges and treelines,
The hills and the mountains where I make my home.
Though sometimes I wonder if I should go down there,
If I should confront the beast that wants my soul.

The Eye in the Sky

Peering closely at the planet
Giant pupil fills the sky.
Piercing gaze with lid unblinking
Ever watching stares the eye.

Tiny people scurry 'neath it
Seeking sheltered place to hide.
Silently it looks upon them
Can't escape the giant eye.

My Thursday

I was deep inside a Thursday
When I heard the color blue
It filled my eyes with deafening whispers
Of a lonely, mournful hue

I don't know when or where it came from
Don't know how it came to be
Before I knew just what was going on
The waves washed over me

And I was swimming in a chorus
Of a thousand fallen tears
I caught the scent of baleful drumming
Winding rhythm through my ears

It was a symphony of sadness
Suffocating was the song
A taste of melancholy madness
And in a moment it was gone

Staring at the Sun

They sat on the grass, all bald heads and bare feet
And flowing white robes, as others poked fun.
They turned their eyes skyward in practiced performance,
They turned their eyes skyward and stared at the sun.
No one knows why they did it, they sat there in silence,
Unsettling scene in a picturesque park.
Tears flowed down their cheeks as they stared at the fire,
Unblinking until they saw nothing but dark.

The Scare, The Fright and The Fear

I warn you dear children, please beware
Of the terrible creature they call The Scare.
It has sharp, pointy teeth
And claws that can scrape,
And if ever it gets you
You will not escape.

And if you venture out into the night
Watch out for the one they call The Fright.
It has scaly, black skin
And red eyes that glow,
If it grabs you, dear children,
It won't let you go.

And I beg of you, children, please steer clear
Of the horrible monster they call The Fear.
It gobbles up anyone
Who gets too near,
And if it takes hold
You may well disappear.

Deal With the Devil

An old cowboy rode into town
On a worn out horse with his head held down.
Stepped into a tavern
On a dusty, windswept,

Unforgiven street.

One last chance was all he had
'Cause things had really turned out bad.
And he sat down at a table

Dealing endless hands of stud.

That night, a cowboy came for blood.

Across the table, bathed in red
Sat the Devil, horns upon his head
A stack of chips
And a wicked, rotten smile.

The Devil looked like he'd been there awhile.

Confident the cowboy

Slid his chips into the pot.
Looked at his cards

And he felt his face grow hot.
But times were tough and he'd had enough
He bet his soul, and Red called his bluff.
And when the cards fell
The Devil laughed

And swished his pointy tail.

Can't take it back, once you go all in.
Sometimes there's just no way a man can win.

The Devil lit a fat cigar
He laid the contract on the bar.
And Old Scratch let out a chuckle
Through a toothy yellow grin.
And then

The cowboy looked him square in the eye
And he signed his name with a tired sigh.
He had no choice
And now his fate was sealed.

Someday the Devil would collect his due.
But what else could a beaten cowboy do?

Sweet Dreams

She laid her pretty little head
Down on her pretty little bed
She shut her pretty eyes as daddy said "sweet dreams"

She found a land of lollipops
Skipped down a path of sweet gumdrops
She crossed a bridge above a gushing chocolate stream

She strayed so very far from home
A little girl all alone
Lured by things that weren't exactly as they seemed

Entered an endless saccharin maze
That turned a hundred different ways
Cut through a thicket unlike any she had seen

And so enchanted by the scent
Of winding vines of peppermint
Continued on to see what waited 'round the bend

She tasted of forbidden sweets
An endless feast of truffle treats
That left a smear of chocolate fudge across her chin

And as the hour was growing late
From candy apple trees she ate
Crunched sweet and juicy bites of red delicious sin

But then a breeze began to blow
And powdered sugar fell like snow
And her indulgent romp came to a sour end

The path grew dark, the vines closed in
The candied thorns tore at her skin
For she had savored far too much of a good thing

And when she caught the sickly smell
Of sticky burning caramel

She felt a frantic panic quickly setting in

Her feet left gooey taffy tracks
But she could not find the way back
She was as scared as any girl had ever been

Lost in a wicked candy land
She finally came to understand
The rancid side of life that woke her with a scream

And though still safe within her bed
Sweet visions danced inside her head
The pretty girl's too scared to go to sleep again

Monster in My Closet

There's a monster in my closet

And he's trying on my stuff.

Yes, there's a monster in my closet

And I think I've had enough.

He creeps in every evening

After I have gone to bed.

He wakes me with his rummaging

A sound I've come to dread.

It's not just the noise that bugs me

He shows no respect at all.

I'm tired of his shenanigans

They drive me up the wall.

He stretches all my t-shirts

He gets slime on all my shoes.

He puts holes in all my dungarees

I'm tired of this abuse.

If he'd occasionally ask permission

I'd lend him a thing or two.

But he just barges in and takes stuff

And I think that's rather rude.

Now I know he likes my style

But this really has to stop.

'Cause it's my closet after all

It's not a late-night monster shop.

Just last week he wore my new suit

To a fancy monster dance.

He lost a button from the jacket

And ripped the seat out of the pants.

Night after night he's in my closet

Trying on everything I own.

So inconsiderate and loud

He acts like he lives all alone.

I'm not the only one who's tired

Of this thoughtless closet pest.

The poor old monster underneath my bed

Can't get a moment's rest.

Rotten Poem

This poem is a rotten poem

A filthy, stinking, rotten poem

A vile, slithering, quivering poem

That crawls from a hole in my head

Detestable words from a deep, dark lair

My wiggling, wriggling thoughts laid bare

With grimy nails and matted hair

Plops onto a greasy floor

Then glistening with pus and slime

This dripping, oozing, festering rhyme

Slips through the cracks into your mind

An uninvited guest

The Girl Who Fell Into Herself

Terminal velocity

The sound of rushing air

She hurtles toward her dense black core

Her skin begins to tear

Sucked deeper into darkness

No rescue, no escape

The constant pull of gravity

A strange but certain fate

Now growing ever smaller

The heat begins to rise

Compressing all her molecules

And squeezing out the size

Continuing the plummet

She forms a perfect sphere

A tiny speck, a popping sound

And then she disappears