Death’s Prank

Leaves

swirling and dancing

littered in the curb;

darkness

creeping through skeletal branches

wearing evening clothes

top hat akilter.;

earth

musty scent

creeping upon the senses

shadows lusting

after glimmering light

horror stories

told

next to a burning fire;

shadows dance

huddle together

pray that there is nothing out there,

nothing that would want

such young succulent flesh.

Creeping up on silent soles

face coved in zombie gore

reach out

poke the nearest

watch them scream

flee

while me?

I am dying laughing.

©July 18/22

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Hello…..

Hello…..

is it me you are looking for?

Lionel 

is that you?

High

low

searching

wondering

can I?

will I?….. 

find you

looking in the cupboard

one

two

shit

down to the last roll.

I stalk the streets

heeding whispers

listening to rumors

on the hunt

on the look out

for that elusive creature

the one that keeps me clean

oh my

Toilet Paper

when did you become god

when did I need to reserve

just a roll

to ensure

I had what I need

when in need.

(Grandma…..

lesson learned

going forward

toilet paper shall be bought 

on sale 

never ending

so again 

never shall I face this plight)

Oh my

it makes me giggle

it makes me laugh

look at me with disdain

I do not care

last I checked

this ain’t no ass illness…..

respiratory.

Lungs.

Lungs people.

‘Dem t’ings y’all breath through.

(sad

 sad

rhyme

sad

sad

accent

I hear it better than I speak it

smile)

Never

not in a million years

trite as that statement may be

did I ever think

that toilet paper

would become more sought after than gold

that limits would have to be imposed

but:

can you spare a square?

Just one square?

Homage to Lionel….

Homage to Seinfeld….. 

Please do not sue me

Please….. 

Cease and Desist……

much better….. 

cause 0% of 0%…..

well……

it equals 0%…..

unless you do the new math

than it could mean anything. 

©April 10/20

Picture is my own