Pinstripe Ink

Penned in pinstripe,
a reprobate meets a rogue.
Crossed quill and sword,
one-two makes ten.



Inky black vignettes...

(now)

(here)

(gone)



With sleight of hand 
and slightly aware,
a question hangs...

that has hung,

men.



How could I do to you,
what has undone me?


~ R. Poet

Jabberwocky

In honor of all nonsensical poems out there...have a Monday that embraces the lighter side of life. 

 ~ R. Poet

Jabberwocky

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
     And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe. 

~ Lewis Carroll

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Ennobled Dirt Blanket

dirrrrrt blanket...
O' dirt blanket.

your filthy -ness?
was our warmth
on a night that needed none.

...an island in a grassy sea of magic.

O' dirt blanket
a many stanza-ed verse was written in your honor
alas the memory of which
melted like the velvet night
into dusty dawn.

O' dirt blanket,
where are you now?


~ R. Poet