Parental Advisory

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

Simply put, we pose this where
prose-like 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.

Ghosts of Malice

Behold! The ghosts of malice are meeting 
across cross-words; like phalluses greeting, 
poised of poison pens by two.
This is a gift from me to you. 

I pose my poisoned pen erect on 
the chance that a glancing interjection 
might more mighty make cross-words 
than all the fighting of crossed swords. 

Stop the violins! I'm saying, 
Hello, Dolly! A llama's spraying 
spittle with kibble bits, and peace is 
nothing but my Master's thesis.



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