Flowering Madness . . .

Flowering Madness
manifesting a-bun-Dance of fireflies flickering in broad daylight
High noon pestils pontificating powdery dreams swept upon wild winds
while we watch wistfully waiting for our turn
Tu-Lips place themselves one upon another sharing the moment and what cares they find there
Pet-tun-E-ah particulates perfume moodiness modulating between nothing and not
Puppy rambles out of sight - it is time for chasing - cat-ch ME(ow) if you can
Fortune calls right around the corner but not quite in site, out of stock(ing), pillow casing
the view ---->>> Rarify this feeling and distillate the ground - nothing holds me down
and off
I go

The Monster Within

Dr. Jekyll - I presume
so proud of himself
upon finding someone else
living within
down there in the dark basement,
the crawlspace, the forgotten
place inside the house he calls
his own. What was he thinking ?
Opening the cage that society had closed and locked.

Imagine his shock upon finding he could not control
Himself.

Urges long thought dead
desires, rages, emotions
all lumped in one mass called - Hyde.
What was he really after
a dash of the bold
a pinch of the Taboo
A taste of Naughty
No matter - what he got was all that
and more, a whole lot more
Sin without the temptation - what fun is that.
Madness, I say, utter madness.