Crisp Fallen Aspen Leaves - by Bodo Frog

Incessant, babble of the woman caregiver, care taker shakes me in my boots.

When I was younger trying to revive the muse that has continually charmed me with her fairy dust.

Then leaves me to dry bitter fall orange and auburn yellow aspen leaves in the yard.

He won't get hurt if he goes to church on a Buddhist Sunday, I wish I could write for the paper.

I have so much potential unspent. Gunpowder stored in a chamber. Covered by 7/8 quarter inch steel, riveted to alternating box of teakwood.

A revolving turret, a magic show anticipatingly awaited.

A bayonet stuck through my grandpa's arm on midway by a Jap.

The yellow fever raises, keeps on rising, my bones ache for calcium
intake.

A black and white spotted flying cow , I bought at the cog railway,
souvenir shop.

Hours altitude later, the marmats scamper on a green field of mountainous coverage, zipping down the hill, zig zag eight miles an hour.

The rail grinds up to the top of Pikes Peak like a Swedish clock in slow motion.

Nazi hoards, the underwater wolf pack terrorizes my Atlantic, sinking, ten million tons of goods sent to our island.

Blank bits of a coloring book cut out and taped to the TV cabinet,
as yet unfinished for a developing mind yet to color first.

"When we endeavor to fill a terrible void sometimes the void consumes us"

Cheap TV, wisdom trying to fill the chasm.

My mind is like a frostbitten frozen expanse of Antarctica. Expansion due to molecules separating , straining their hold on each other, become wider than the original crystal, form and lock blue like a safe.

Like metal in the microwave, no son, you can't make hot chocolate by putting the bag in the microwave. The hot chocolate made fire in the microwave , like a cd burn it foiled, cracked and fractured.

There is no more salt or flaxseed oil left for the lubrication of my minds
inebriation.

Big red and white fluffy flowers plucked and placed in water floating like hot candles in an antique bowl, and she never mentioned that she liked the arrangement.

A quarter diamond engagement ring returned to the jeweler for twice for what it was worth, for it was a simple act with a simple girl that was my lover, loving against my soon to be wife, we returned the ring together, cards fall down from the card house fallen, and spread yet usable.

"What's your status soldier, are you still in the clusterfuck or is the water flowing plenty for you to ride on out of there."

"Adult Swim" as a cartoon drama unfolds for my pathetic distraction.

We play the Playstation as we play on the battlefield electronically bombing
strategic sites of Islam, trying to crush the Koran.

Sucker punched at a party.