Pavlovian Poetics

Time to spit it out— 

While you were 

 

Whiling time away trying 

To find those perfect 

 

Aperçus to define a life 

Charmed to the fullest, 

 

The ingredient par excellence that was

Always found to be missing somehow, 

 

Was lollygagging on the tip 

Of a most salivating frazzled tongue.

 

Ode Against Benumbing Ennui

sing  

 

if 

you 

must 

 

sing 

your 

heart 

out, 

 

sing

 

even

though 

you 

don’t 

feel 

 

like 

it. 

 

 

 

 

Stoic Curmudgeon's Dire Prognostication

Nonchalant neophytes, always keep 

Foremost in mind hindsight 

 

Works best when all hope 

For better foresight sucks, 

 

Stuck in the muck 

Of its gutters, 

 

Forever at rest.

 

 

 

 

 

Serial Killer Offstage At The Theater Of The Absurd

Now that the next scene's set 

For perfect execution, logically 

 

You should all just sit back 

In your seats and wait— 

 

For my entrance surely 

Promises to set your hair 

 

On fire once more. 

 

 

 

Lullaby Of A Procrastinating Insomniac

What in hell are you waiting for? 

Go on and fall 

 

Asleep, you most sheepish 

Example of God’s work 

On Earth, 

 

You have only so many 

Sweet dreams left before you 

Stop counting 

 

Once and for all 

And make that crybaby 

Shepherd of yours keep

 

His promise of forever,

Lasting sleep.