All That Jazz

Baby's boogers blow.
Daughter's disdain grows,
little brother flairs his nose.
Doors slam,
crashing cymbals of symphony.
Strings of whining whimpers
Horns belt out bellows.
Percussion of pattering feet.
This is no symphony,
it's all jazz baby.
Mom snaps her fingers,
the chaotic
beauty,
beat of family.

Truth?

Soft blanket of fabrication,
curtains drawn, dim implication.
Cool breeze, cling more.
Dragnet of unholy gore.
Sweet and clean, morning rains.
Peer out through glass, pains.
Cranium throbs, introspection.
Soft blankets of fabrication.

The Struggle

Foggy facts made fiction,
paint pictures of deception.
Stained glass perception.
Steely smiles slide past truth,
funeral orbs that lament youth.
Haunted by an immaculate Ghost,
harrowing host heckled by
flesh force collision.

B poem

Bend an elbow once more.
Beverage room awaits.
Blitzed and blind partake.
Booze to Booze, the Bottle Man
Bent out of shape. Beware!
Blackout,
Big Enchilada, looking for
B-girls and
Beer. Redemption found in
Back alleys
Blowing chunks.

Isa 64:6

Mucky rags moved by fat fingers.
Desperate to assist the Physician.
Mourning man's effectuates.
Sharp steel moves towards incision.
Resist, held by hovering.
Permission, lingers.
Mucky rags moved by fat fingers.

Good Friday

Driving slush rendered roads.
Free from glancing behind
for red, white and blue
flashing caveats.
Emancipation, Proclamation
comes with cheap cheesecake
and all the coffee one can drink.