Six Words and The Mess That Follows-

About a week before this past New Year I posted this on my Facebook Page: Give me six words and I’ll write you a bad poem. And a few did so. And here are the 24 hour( not counting Sunday Football) results.

To Pris: Her Six Words. freak, belly, frame, pie, lemons, tree

A Holiday Snap Shot Somewhere

“It all freak to me.”
Says a seventy year
old hippie hanging lemons
on their tree.
“See,” his wife exhales…
a joint in one hand
her cell phone in the other,
“See… the pie is out
of frame, all we can see…
is your
belly.”
Laughs

To Judi: Her Six Words : banana torn war split surf whore

Do They Still Make Clip On Ties

The bandana
had the colors
of a dying banana
-split and peeling-

wore it through
the whole damn
war

left it for the
whore who
lost it to
the surf
to be torn-
shredded-
by a fifty
foot
propeller
pushing
Middle East
Crude

To Gabriella….. Her Six Words : Japan Christmas dog swimming republican pasta

When The Karaoke Bars Went 24/7

The Salarymen’s
work stoppage
shook Japan
to it’s core

and Christmas
in Christendom
might suffer

if gaming consoles
and flat screen
production
seize

“I don’t want to dog
no foreigners…understand,”
said a republican over pasta
on Columbus Day,
“But swimming
in those nasty
union waters
just might
provoke
a real
“Call Of Duty.”

To Elyse: her six words: stents, puppy, sunshine, bezel, trilingual, and clay

Tubular Logic

She worked
in clay
on Saturday
same day “Stents”
her Dachshund
puppy
went missing

On Sunday
straight away
through the
heat of the
day

She Wanted-Postered
her neighborhood
pertinent info
—trilingual—
given the accents
of the area

She remained
on watch
She remained
hopeful
until sunshine
faded her posters

Ripping one down
now in defeat,
off a rusty green
City lamp pole,
the crystal of her
timepiece
flew into the
street

The jeweler
did fine work
she thought,
reasonable and
prompt

“Yes. That’s what
we’ll call you,”
said the jeweler
to the waggy-tailed
Dachsund, “that’s
your name–
Bezel.”

———————-

To Rita Gee … her six words: chantelaine, spaetzel, rum, kerosene, scorpion, triquetra

Trinity Knot

After
a too late evening
of hum drum rum
the Chantelaine
decided to pour
some kerosene
on the Speatzel

to stoke her
“little sparrow”
now laying with
his mistress (a scarlet scorpion…this one)
covered in morning dew

Of course she
knew

Of course he
knew

that she wore that
triquetra key…
…unlocking any
punishment
a pagan
just might
conjure

Take two prose poem

“Little Sparrow”

Learning she had been betrayed by the Rector’s wife, the Chantelaine, scorpion mad, threw her rum punch smack into the middle of a triquetra shaped stained glass window. And add kerosene to conniption fit when her family’s centuries-old secret for Speatzel went viral courtesy of Buzz Feed.

——————-

To Bobbi: Her six words…Silver, laughing, restless, vodka, over. (Yes only five, but Bobbi gets a pass from me forever.)

Them There Hills

I’m back into silver
long
well, metals

—yeah—
seeing another
short
commodities
war

Restless money
Weapons Free?
queries that
potato sack
of a Russian
ex-pat
pinching
the porcelain
bottom of
a vodka virgin
who’s laughing
and is,
for sure,
Weapons Free

Hey,
it’s all cash
and carrion

As Africa
bends over,
yet
again

————–

To Snz: …………….Her six words… jetpack, crooner, shapeshift, biscuit, chalet, sly

Bridging The Gulf

It was
a jetpack
junket
nothing sly
about a G-5

a special interest
shapeshift
of a young
congressional
crooner

toss ‘em but a biscuit
toss ‘em but a bone
but do so
in the company’s
chalet

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