Quatrain Quango

Come take a ride,
Heady Young LAD
Dead-Blare the sound of
The smog machine

 

wacky, inflatable
arm flailing
tube
man.

 

Silent Intensity
Behind Marker Eyes
Wavy hair transfigures
A plastic face; vivified

 

momma cried
tha other day.
she says:
toothman gone stole muh babe!

 

lumbering buffoon
you forgot the extra plate
ceramic oriental wrap
try hard man, contemplate

 

beyond me,
a scape of fabrics.
no eye can see
the grains of you.

 

rhyming was uncool they said
for figures that were gray
three snapped pencils, an ink blot stain
forget it, you're just clay

 

a freckle spilling oils,
onto mountains of glass blown shade.
there watches father time.
like smoke, he drifts into the day.

 

inspecting smile
catches beguile
my god man
never change

 

I used the search terms,
to look up 'Beguile'.
google image search returns,
glam madam wearing wig with style.

 

With hormones raving
A drifting muse
Catches eyes straying
and hearts, amused

 

the logic of lovers:
one cup has water,
the other does not.
pour water back and forth.

 

sweet tea
refresh me
from the tap of a
generous grace

 

the first monkeys
climbed the golden tree
to reach the fruit
that was beyond its leaves.

 

peaches and cream
is like sleep and dreams.
hot cheetos and oysters
would probably taste pretty ok.

 

I'm a chemical manufacturer
Alcoholic expanses equated for view
back and forth, to and fro
equilibrium never sues

 

whispers in the wind
tied to strings of smoke
dancing on the razors edge
freedom from a toke

 

it's the way
you
whisper

 

softly, delicately
the lotus painstakingly peeks open an eye
such an unnerving, unpleasant sensation
to have a black hole in my head

making it's way inside
relax it's all right