The Dues

Spread The News─

Emperor Loves

Those Wing-Tip Shoes.

They Sparkle In Gritty Times—

Leave Nothing Behind

But The Dirty Shine

Of An Eroding Mind.

Every Phony Verb

Is A Hard Ball Curve

That Gives

That Bruised Cat

A Lying-Brain Attack.

It’s Like─

Riding Anger Laps

In A Bloody Field

Of Red, White, And Blue─

With Num-Nut-Laced

Truths.

While Hatred

Enjoys

The Dues.

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Human Under-Tow

Emotions And Intent

Energy In A Psychic Tent.

Thoughts Align

Like─

Lights For The Mind.

But─

Clouds Of Inner Fear

Act Insane

And

Cells Do The Same.

War Is The Game.

When

Choices Grow

From Angry Seeds

Planted In That

Human Under-Tow.

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Dirty Diaper Fan

Quick Drying Prints

Thoughts Can Be Wimps.

When A Pot Of Fear

Hangs In Anger’s Rear

And Drops A Load

In Anxieties’ Mode.

Present Power Changes Hours.

In Sour Days

To An Iffy Maze.

Part Of The Plan─

Go,

Wash Them Hands─

Under An Ill-Smelling

Dirty Diaper Fan.

On A Shaky God Train

Shades Of Glory In Every Wanker’s Story─

Thunder Thugs. Political Pugs.

Promises Go Up In Flames.

Trust Has A Phony Name

In A Valley Filled With

Ego-Driven Nerve Pain.

It’s

Just Like A Pack

Of Inner Cells

On The Way To Hell

Cruising Through

A Slippery Swollen Brain

On A Shaky God Train.

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Ass-Bent Years

Special Spot On The World’s Pot

Grunts And Groans

With A Garlic Tone.

Golfing Bro Goes Round And Round

Making Angry Sounds ─

Wearing A Nobel Crown.

At A Time When Ally Beefs

Feel Like Crimes

And

Nowhere Near Sublime.

But─

It’s Instant Relief For Swollen Feet

With A Mickey-D-Beat.

All That Waste Has A Bitter Taste.

Cause Bolts Of Fear Skin Dance

In Ass-Bent Years.

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As A Keepsake

Mind’s Open. No Need For Tokens.

Thoughts Rush By ─Just To Be Fly.

Razor Sharpe Hours Shower Internal Flowers

Grasping Beauty As It Unfolds─

You Know─

Praise To The Bee In Its Quest To Be.

Weather’s Never Old. But Love Is Bold.

Nature’s Plan Is A Juicy Chaos Land.

Everything Grand In Mixed Sand.

Pull Up Nasty Stakes

Keep An Eye On The Flakes

When The Body Keeps

Ancient Mental Fakes

As A Keepsake.

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H.T. Manogue

Years Are Those Things With Feathers

Years Are Those Things With Feathers

That Fly In Nervous Weather.

Emily Said It Best

In A Back-East Poets Fest.

Scratches In Time.

Earth Has Its Own Mind.

Those Who Stray─

Find Notes With Ancient Signs.

Those─

Shake And Bake Alien Rhymes.

Mental Petals Do Survive

In Deep-Brain Dives.

So─

Nothing To Fear In Any Perception Year

When Truth Uses Main Gear.

And Squally Moves

Make The Body Groove.

Happy New Year!

H.T. Manogue

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