Withering away in Winogaritaville

wine-garitaville, poetry, steven humphreys

Livin' in Spain a lot (drinking 'shots' while humming my old tune...) withering away in winogaritaville man it's H  O  T! pouring insane jalapeno sauce (like gravy) over half-baked tater tots temperature risin' connectin' all life's obscure dots one rusty robot playing slots like one 'hot shot' I'm so... N  O  T stomach tied in …

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Standing

standing, bells, ringing, poetry, steven humphreys

Standing and waiting teeth gnashing and grinding for the bells to start ringing earth throwing quaking and forsaking another time another faking your light is spending it's fate's own condemnation we the living vest in our murmurs standing in wait the straight but narrow exiting tomorrow bone and marrow the bells gong the night forlorn …

Hats

hats, birthday, poetry, pets, steven humphreys

Birthday hats for dogs and cats? sure! why not? it's my way of thanking them for being my friends that's where it's at I'd do anything to make them happy until the very end but I don't mean to humiliate them I'm their pappy there are those who suggest this does just that I disagree …

Risible

risible, poetry, humor, steven humphreys

Mozart played piano at six I write rhymes at sixty six (examples:) 'pick up sticks, step on a brick, drivin' with my two best friends on highway sixty six' I'm no Mozart no Poe for sure no backward hick just another 'risible' old F _ RT who needs a couple of cures two eyes in …

Hope

hope, prayer, poetry, steven humphreys

hope grows planted tree roots span the ground shoots every year appear old growth creeps deep in autumn tired eyelids roll to slumber clasping hands bended knees eyes to sky piled up sticks dwellings high made of clay green feathered arms cool and shade      

Beloved

beloved, evil, god, poetry, steven humphreys

Wicked hotel 'sorry no vacancy' got a cramp looking at my lava lamp bubbles float up and down 'so you're the beloved angel of the thirteenth floor'? pleasure meeting you... windows way over on the left open and gone no escaping dawn concrete goes straight down to h _ _ l dead plants in pots …