You were the cure
But abandoned 
Me pure
So I secured
A lure
Out fished
The manure
Which piled
On your floor

My mind though
Strolled
About the goo
Which piled
To all who
Were beguiled
Through and through
And got infected
I still love you

The kashanka
Is a noisy place
Will make ya
Hide your face

Yet it’s started 
Well over there
The departed
Were well aware

Fostered a noise
No more a taste
Which with you cloys
Not in haste

So carnivores
Mix smell and sound
Hiding savage sores
Let kishkes resound

Silence was welcome
In a performance
To enlighten some
Put into a trance

But it was a trap
Unable to pray
Clippedy clap
Afraid to say

Let me outta here
It slid deeper
At maximum fear
Scarier,  creeper

But it did stop
Neck too deep
With a final plop
What the bleep?

Chicken leg in toilet
And flush valve
Wasn't set
To evolve

It was too high
But so serene
Who’d try
In floors between

To judge the kitchen
As a place
Where they’d be stitchin
It's a race

Not to solve
But let’s
Absolve
With no regrets





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Hymns mock 
Silence with sound
Pursuing a clock
Into the ground

Time enlivened
For no reason
But contrived
To carry on

A grand echoed sound
For death debuts
Above the ground
Beyond eternal views

Yet music
Accepts any position
Maybe aesthetic
Or perdition

Sardines means schemes
Swimming in congregations
Are they extremes
Of annihilations

Does any one sardine
Reach the limit of life
With no room between
Everyone and his wife

Yes they reproduce
But do they as one reach
Beyond the loose
Sands of a natal beach

Maybe fed
Like they feed
On something dead
To human need

It's a disgrace
To regard subway commuters
As a way to replace
These tinned fishy suitors

Travelers refers and defers
To a species
Which prefers
The aroma of feces

The red light
Lacking because
Reflecting sight
In carafe’s shiraz

Was amplified
Into silence
Not typified
By violence

The sun set
Darkness overcame
No regret
None to blame

So I went to sleep
I thought in bed
Through time I’d leap
I woke up dead

It was time
The sagacious fat cat
Understood windows

Fasting in a Dim Sum
Palace
Passing as a wealthy slum
Born lacking malice

Knowing you 
Drilled a hole
One who
Had a drifting soul

But those feasting
Were all yours
Only a bee sting
Could close doors

Texts arrived
Nobody was stung
All survived 
Even among

The pains in the 
Asses
Need I say huh
Give no passes

So this slum
Once victimized by a blob
Has now become
Home to a sleek mob

Dirty pictures of an exhibitionist
Got your attention
But the projectionist
Was modest by determination

Yet mussy
But loving to be free
And never gory
Loving to ski

Willing to exhibit
Snowy piles of art
Encoding it
Into an eshopping cart

So defogging the lens
Remove a soil
Of all in mucky fens
A musician's toil