The World Should Always Stay That Way
The sun was much warmer than usual
Enough to make that summer-come-autumn day
One worth spent outside to enjoy
The leaves had crimsoned
And neatly pitter-patented their way around
And crunched with such a crispness
And you could see your breath
Clouds like dollops of heavy cream
A fog that made you feel like you were living in another time
The world should always stay that way.
It Has to Be True
In those moments -
Where an idea so radical, should escape the estuary of my subconscious:
That the room either laughs in paranoia at it's rightlyhood;
Or scoffs at it's bizarrism -
It is then do I wonder:
It has to be true?
Dactyl-en-Double
Hankety Pankety
Man of the streets, and he's
Tugging my tailory
Asking for alms
Ungrateful lookingly
Gobbledegookingly
Took nonthelessingly
Coins from my palm.
And he stared at me and said:
Ne'erily Verily!
That's all you're sparing me?
Somehow he's daring me
Forthwith more cash
Keenly and cleverly
Slightly-come-everly
I Withdrew the previous
And offed with a dash.
Jesse Ellis lives in Bellevue, WA but is a Dayton, Ohio native where he was active in the local independent, film, music, and art scene. His work has been published in the Sinclair College literary arts magazine, Flights.