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.

Kings At Play


LOVE IS THE LAW.  I mean, 
DO WHAT YOU WILL. 
DOES ANYONE WANT TO PLAY 
KING OF THE HILL? 

ANY BODY can run flat, 
and ANY ONE can coast. 
The only thing I'll say to that 
is, I LOVE HILLS THE MOST. 

Hills are where I hit my stride, 
and hills are when I stretch it. 
Hills are how I show my pride 
and joy. Did you just catch it? 

Did you see my rhyming time 
each word, measured precisely, 
ascend your stares, as each rhyme climbed 
to reach this? Peek concisely. 

First of all, You'll love my gate, though 
how much higher can our fates go 
on without? A doubt remains. So, 
I'll make this plain. You'll gain from 'pain flow'. 

Watch pain flow right on through, and out. 
See gain remain - No stain, no doubt. 
The efficacy of what I'm talking about eases 
doubts when you shout out, 'OH GEEZIS!’

Jesus Feats 

Jesus saves each pebble to 
take up space within a shoe 
to tenderize a hardened sole. 
Jesus? He's just Dr. Scholl.