Mirror
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

It seems sometimes
when I look into a mirror
It’s a simple case of
mistaken identity.

I knew that guy once
at least I thought I did.
He seems to know me
better than I...

Dirty Balls
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I’ve really got to wash my balls!
They’ve been swinging left and right
through the muck of political discourse.

They’ve been juggled, squeezed and abused,
drug through the dirt and...

Pick Nit
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

There once was a nit wit,
with a pick nit that wouldn’t quit.
It was all up in the details,
in the fine print and totally bent.

Yep, a bent nit ripe for the pick’n.
But, with a...

Ghosts
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Coming to terms with the tricks our minds play, fact or fiction? From what perspective are the dots connected? Patterns of intellect or designs of sub-conscience deception? What proof are lies that we believe are truths?...

{Word}
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Was just sitting here
staring at a blank screen
when I saw how animated
a word could be.

The w crawled up
over the o r
and knocked the d over.

The o went...

R U Glenn Beck
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Such exhilarating cynicism
this acid love, burning from impassioned lips.
Screaming at the unwashed proletariat.
Oh! How wrong you are!
Scoff, Scoff, Scoff

In my mind,...

Star Song
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

What of the empathy of the sun
to gaze across the universe
and sing to other stars.

We are the warmth in the cold black
the something in the nothing
and shining front to back.
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Pennies and Bones
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Pennies for scrap and junk yard bones
burnished copper accolades heaped on yellowed moans.
Counting the scratch’s on the marrow another notch on the skull,
an empty rattling refrain of a mind...

Zero to One
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Shutdown sequence initiated
the countdown has begun
all my thoughts abbreviated
computed zero to one.

Now I lay my brain to sleep
and encourage my soul to wake.
Take up...

Poets and Vampires
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I find myself drinking deep
the blood of empathy.

Wounded humanity in my arms.
I raise my head to breathe and savor
the complexity, the robust chaos
of desirous crimson...