Guess the author; an American treasure.

i am now listening to cello

and webmetronome

at the same time

and the compu-timer just went off.

I recently stopped in @ a used bookstore and this followed me home; take a gander:

some of youz guys is fairly well read and can undoubtedly guess the author.

I've done a bit of writing and if I had a friend of a friend of a publisher, might even have a chance of getting published (anyone?), but every time I pick up a book by this guy realize how woefully inadequate I am...sheer genius.

Take a guess...I'll answer in an hour or a day...y'all have a great Labor Day weekend!

Beginning in the middle, Theme Thursday!

...where we left off:

Falling,
I reach-ed out
felt vainly to the rail,
tho the banister was absent-
oh woe!

...& now:

Tumble

from the landing

turned downside up I bounced

equilibrium in a funk,

I gasp.

Now I

am beginning

to fear for my own life

reaching the bottom of the stair

to stop.

Up top

holding his sides

my shadow's belly laugh

fills the well until the sunbeam

subsides.

Again

the curtain parts

sending my ill shadow

back to my aching prostate form,

benign.

Get up

from creaking boards

the door is just in sight,

my Nostrodomic enlarger

implodes!

Aha!

a voice peals out

as a sharp steeple bell;

'beware' intones the threatening

menace.

Beware,

and so I do

to make for the front door

which stands ajar for reaching there;

it slams.

The end

of the horror

it seems is not to be,

but it's only the beginning,

you see!

insufferable

Cloaked diagonally
in a latticework
of string
or any old fluff
a wire hung engine
powered into debris
the impulse to ignore,
thus idling for one hundred years
the oddity that snaked
from over rooftops
to settle in our yard.

An unmovable obstacle
the Oddity remained,
ignoring as my own
suffered its existence.

At its epoch
then the thing poked
surveyors from under
grimy refuse
and a green cord
slithered through
the weeds
into the family plot,
draining the
dessicated essence
from our descendants.

Powered by an agent
undiscovered by
human incredulity,
the Oddity
could now begin again
its hold on
ignorant bliss,
realizing a morphology
to the sloth
and beyond;
the divan of immobility.

limoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

We're not yet full

here's what i mean

get your butt

in the limousine

...in the wind..? not so much, maybe

This seedpod
Microprocessed
&
Born of nanobots
Carries all the
Data needed
Indeed
& will
Survey 4 a
Suitable site
2 settle &
Forgo its
Purpose,
4 a time,
To collate &
Store up energy
In order 2 pop
& grow N2
A mighty Plant
So 2 manufacture
& spread more
Like itself O’er
The crust of
The globe.

Illustrious nonsense

Oh my, a broken seal
On the philosophic plug
Is causing a rift in the
Penguin obscurity,
Turning knock-knock jokes
Into fables,
Yarns into moralities
Where education mixes
With a carumbym
Of paralyzing
Compromise, only
Hypocrisy and anxiety
Can survive, say the
Elder pterodactyls who feign
Feeding their young to Nile
Crocs, smirking under their
Tusks, pretending ignorance
While cooling in the mud.
Ruination in the comical floss,
Tension is snapping lines
Obtuse with age:
Were roles reversed,
Only superfluity could
Patch the cracked plug hole,
But a duplicitous smart ass has
Given out the punch line and
Left our specialist speechless,
Drowning in the swales,
Swallowed by gulps
Of faulty logic,
Capsized by
Copernicus sized counter revelation.

A New Cinquain, Theme Thursday!

Presents

for you right now

a continuation

of former post Rooftop Cinquain

enjoy:

I froze

As some devil-

-Ish feeling like fingers

Brushed over my skin into my

Innards.

Thru the

window stood the

evil menacing 'goyle

so 'twas no escape out that way

knew I.

And just

as I felt my

deepest despair, the cloud

cover broke and a ray melted

my fear.

Still yet,

cautious I turned

to flee this hellish hole

just to see that light had made my

Shadow!

Evil

as this house was,

a thing so benign as

a Shadow now became a threat

to all.

I did

scramble away

finding the staircase whole

encountering no resistance

this time.

Egad!

For from behind

I felt a wisp of dusk,

and as I set my foot upon

the tread...

My dark

doppelganger

materialized there;

so tripped I did upon my own

dark foot.

Falling,

I reach-ed out

felt vainly to the rail,

tho the banister was absent-

oh woe!