Wednesday, January 30, 2013

PSYCHE NASTY



Psyche nasty with its stinky thinky
wills me wallow in negative un-nice,
wants my eyes glaring with wicked winky
crushing tall buildings, melting glacier ice,
stomping kids’ toys with thick brutal booties,
slamming naked noses with knuckled fists,
cramming neighbors’ clothes with gnawing cooties,
stuffing ex-lovers’ cars with rotting fish.
How can heart crumple this psyche nasty?
How can brain rumple its evil preying,
missile its messy primeval fasty
to vast neverlasty?...Was I saying
preying? Oh, choice voice! Oh, wise tongue dancer!
Right word, wrong spelling! Praying’s the answer!

Roger Armbrust
January 30, 2013