Hobbes

Hobbes, Hobbes, burning bright,
in the forest of the night.
What immortal hand or eye,
could break thy fearful symmetry.

The Hobbes-herd bred him,
the lamb heard him.
As thy cries streaked through the night.
Hark! What a lonely sight.

The poison tree. Could it maketh right?
What dreadful rites?
What dreadful fights?
Who dare seize thine rights?

In what furnace was thy brain?
in which interregnum by, thou art claimed?
The sick rose on its bier,
as flames continue to sear.

For in what shadow was Calvin found?
One that cannot utter a single sound?
And Hobbes twisted the sinews of Calvin's heart,
till from Heaven and Hell, cannot tell apart.

For Calvin, the doves wept,
the wales swam a deeper depth.
The stars cry out each night,
as if to echo his pitiless plight.

A forest by fire ravaged,
and a tiger by pain savaged.
With sin and gin,
to find thy next of kin.

Hobbes, Hobbes,
burning not too bright now.
What immortal hand or eye,
could break thy sombre symmetry?

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 4:44 pm

  Snowman

Surly smiling snowman,
in a wider snowfield,
standing staid,
settling somewhat.

Sprightly sombre snowman,
so lonely. Beyond suraliminal surges,
sobbing senselessly,
sulking silently.

Sedulously skulking snowman,
in a snowy studio,
shrewdness supressed,
savouring solemn sedation.

Sotted sober snowman,
seemingly strolling ponderously,
shivering slightly,
scoffing saddism.

Seductively sententious snowman,
as people solicit,
sweetest swastika,
swivelling swindling.

Sanely schizophrenic snowman,
carting melted me to my shanty,
snuggling schnauzer,
warming summer.

cuRRent...jer








  ¶ 12:15 pm

  Rain

Pitter Patter,
droplets to the ground they settle.
The sun obscured by drizzle,
sizzle fizzle.

Pitter Patter,
onto bodies that slowly away they fester.
Water fall, onto nothing that differs,
sizzle fizzle.

"Rain falls on the just and the unjust"

It will take us all,
pitter patter,
sizzle fizzle,
engulfing us in cold harsh blows.

...engaging in an indiscriminating spree

As we scamper for shelter,
the Devil drives us back out again,
into the nettle,
and the rain.

Pitter Patter,
sizzle fizzle.
Sizzle fizzle,
Pitter Patter.

cuRRent...jer

  ¶ 11:08 am

  Showtime

"The man's idiosyncracies tugged at him,
the man's delusions hampering his progress."

And thus,
he straggled.

His tarry's an overcast one,
the rayless moon's most fond.
Being loveless and spitless,
he crumbles...no more a fighter.

The path,
a beaten swarth,
where that spirit cannot hurry,
and the legs cannot carry.

Hark..the show has merely begun...
and the crowds will cheer.

Ovation that reeks of "I despise you",
then "my" stage splashed with fuel,
"burn me...burn me...,"
the thespian's charring curtain call.

The audience's vehement plaudit,
no more blustering,
as fires consumed him,
evoking many a stifled smile.

He thought he would never catch up...
falling behind in the embers.

The immolation and the sparks that crackle,
subitaneously a revived coswain,
the cynosure of sinking petals.
above where tempestuous seas never settle.


The histrionics are never in the enchiridon. Sadly.
But there exist a door behind for those who lag.
No more meandering behind.
No more of such tortuous tortue.

Ergo, don't fret...
Oh dear! Ignoramuses, don't be upset!

No one can execrate another.
The road. The stage is all yours.
So banish The Outre Man,
who disport himself with his camera!

"Burn him...Burn him..."
How droll.

cuRRent...jer









  ¶ 10:37 pm