Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Palms Up

Credits are credits, and caches are caches.
Writing this verse was a pain. In the ashes
of leaves lies a thick juicy bud
with an answer for cancerous sticks in the mud.

A stick in the mud eschews cud. Sacred cows
worth their own salt really ought to share plows.
Plow pulling cows chewing cud really should
know when to blow and to suck. Both are good.
Suck on a joint. Here's the point. Now's the time
to care. I'm just sharing my stash in this rhyme.