WWJD

W hat   W ould   J esus   D o 

Oh Jesus, if you can save one, I am waiting.
A game of chance, while we  dance.
You pulling the strings. Oh puppet master.
Fix this disaster.
We sing praises oh Lord.
Maker and taker. Why must you take?
Ye scale of justice, be just. You must.
Weigh up an ounce of ground round.
Take ten pounds of my alabaster flesh for his soul.
If you are the salvation then salvage just ONE.
Him.


 

The Death Machine

THE 
  DEATH 
      MACHINE

    by Dena McKinnon


A decomposition of nutrition.
Mutation of magnificent maleficent. 
Restoring reclamation festering in ruin.
Parasitic symbiosis. 
Thrombosing, engrossing vass biomatter.
Such vascular, an organ organically reclaimed.
Bleeding.
Dissolvent dust leaking to the crust.
Oh, earth. 
Maker. And Taker. 
Eternal machine.
Mechanism, oh, microhabitat.
A breath. Of death.
Beautiful patina, thy machina. 
Oxidation. A reformation.
Taker. And Makers. 
A benevolent big bang of bargaining chips.
Nourishing death juice. 
Rich chocolate mousse of microcosm.
Fat bosom for the metastatic universe.
Needer. And feeder. 
A gadget of faggots feeding the flame. 
In a game. A gander.
Meandering through the death machine...
          We find life.   

HeR NaME

Cause and effect,
Intent and actions like fractions that effect the outcome.
Sow a seed. A deed multiplies like metaphysical residue.
Curfew cometh down like a clown without a smile.
The ethicization staycation in catacombs of honeycombs.
A wrinkle in time where a dime equals a dime.
And bees sting like honey in a horn of plenty. Maybe twenty.
Foreign currency, a trick in the mix of maxing out consequence.
Think linked with rebirth, twisted, simultaneously essential.
Managing a mystery.
A theory, a model, a paradigm.
A metaphor of metaphysical whimsical eyelashes like butterflies.
And eye for an eye. Blood for blood. The cow chews no cud.
Reap and sow. Sow and reap.
A prince in a crown of casualty.
An itch.
Stitch.
She's a bitch.

HeR NaME iS KaRmA.

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Rust and Blood

Leaves like rust scattered 

 about the earth's bottom like a blanket on a sea of jellyfish,
squishing the dish of the diver's mask.
Choking.
     Gasping.
         Suffocating.
They keep falling like feathers from roadkill on a cloud.
                    Drifting.
            Sifting.
Melting.
Like a pool of blood they wither while bones quiver into a pot of broth
steaming with life but falling like death.
Branches bare.
There.
Without a care.
Pain screams the person.
A perception of pincushion reality slipping.
Dripping.
Tripping...on a splinter of a tree once forgotten,
lest it made cotton across the fields of white through the night a blight storm cometh with a thud.
          Leaves.
                Covered.
            In.
              Snow. 
                                       Rust and blood now five below.

Back-I Mean Zach In My Office

A man with mystery...aka Snatch, IT Guy,  even Z...

Quiet but mighty without Z where would I be?

Without smilies and semi colons it would make me so sad...

Today Z fixed my keyboard and it made me so glad!

But keyboards are not all the Zach can attack...

Magic man of potions I scream Zach hurry back!

He comes with his essentials and oils from afar...

Sprinkling peace and tranquility from his little brown jar.

Everyone needs a guy like the Snatch....

He can hack a computer or sneak through a latch.

He can brew colloidal silver and loves CBD.

He adds it to his vape and drops it in his tea. 

He's only been in my office space a tiny little while...

But damn he's an asset. Can turn my frown into a smile.

His fixing my keyboard today made me realize and see...

That I'm glad to have a co-worker superstar that we call the Z!

BiTTeR CoLD

Shivering, snowbound cities...

Windchill warnings way down south...
Global warming they call it...
But ice can't skate without such fate...
And white as snow means dead as night...
Skeleton trees can't even put up a fight...
But choke on a shot of bitter...
Even shit freezes on the shitter...
No throne of iron but ice....
Run 'fore it gets you thrice...
Winter-hardened handmaids...
Tell a tale of death cometh...
While tears freeze before they drop...
Atop a white blanket of DEATH...
Enticing the frigid to come inside.