Three Word FormsThree Word FormsMulling, poem, drollPoem, droll, annoyDroll, annoy, vexAnnoy, vex, angerVex, anger, rage,Anger, rage, destroyRage, destroy, courtDestroy, court, prison
There was an old popeThere was an old popeAbout nothing he mopedHe went to the doctorAll the way in ProcterThe doctor gave him some dope
The Kool-Aid FamilyThe Kool-Aid Family The vibrant scentOf summer airAnd hung-dried fresh linen.Sap and twigsStrewn though hair,And flamboyant colorfulCrushed Denham.The slightest breezeWhipping past summer.Cats come and go as pleased,Even endangered by coyotes.The dog barks uponEntry of the gate.Commanding voice,Ringing strong and true.Happily soundingFor children, seven or eight.Many facesSo cold and blue.Why faces so dim, so dark?When joyous chimes of doves and larksStreak through the leaves,To the branches and barkOf every tree?Mom welcomes them in,Brings then Kool-AidAnd we’re respectfulAs if kin.Quietly thinking,Oh how we had it made.Their facesBlued and blackened.More ways than one,Wishing they lived with us.Done cannot be undone.Some may call dysfunctionOthers call abuse.Underling mistreatmentMinor misuseWe cannot save the world,We may onlyServe Kool-Aid.With hope, prayThat wisdom and sensibility is heardSo they might get it made.
Bath SaltsBath SaltsBath Salts Bath SaltsCalm and cleanYummy, yummyMethamphetaminesEating facesGet the munchiesCraving deliciousHuman crunchiesEyes and earsMouth and noseMunching chewingFingers, toes1-2-3-4-5Zombies dragging strides6-7-8-9-10Bath Salts Bath SaltsTake again
Christmas BreakChristmas BreakAs winter rolls in on a fair white sled, there are few things on people’s minds; one of them is the holidays. Usually, to get through the problematic winter holidays, there are many steps in achieving the perfect poster boy Christmas.Almost as soon as the citizens of suburbia ruthlessly tear down the Halloween décor, they quickly reestablish their suburban dominance by rapidly nailing up the familiarly cliché Christmas decorations, leaving the thanksgiving garnish to collect dust in the family attic for another year. There are many flammable memory-filled ornaments strewn through the neighbor’s yards this time of year including: light up snowmen, bowed wreaths, Christmas bells, plastic reindeer, and the everlastingly adorable Santa blowup lawn equipment. As my family loads up in the van, we bear witness the cheery, bright, flamboyant houses, each seemingly bigger and better than the next; the first obvious question asked by the children involv
ArbitraryArbitrary“Sweetie, we need to talk.” Mirth was in the bathroom trying on different earrings.“What of Hun?” Loki looked over his Mad Magazine. It always made him nervous when she used that tone, especially when it had to do with pheasants and bar stools in the same sentence.“We’re just not going anywhere, well, besides Red Lobster.” She held up some peacock feather earrings.“I don’t understand.” He raised his eyebrow in confusion.‘What isn’t there to understand? Sure you got accepted to Harvard, you work fulltime as a bartender at a well-known restaurant, and you volunteer at an orphanage in your spare time, but come on. You know as well as I that our relationship is going nowhere as long as I’m with you.”“Mirth, are you breaking up with me? Is it because I bought you that blue diamond necklace rather than sapphire?” A lump grew up in his throat and his heart skipped a couple of beats.