Sleepers, not evil doers,
always haunted by monsters, always.
Therapy turtled, hopefully remastered.
Replete. Complete. Not enough to eat.
O the hungry, polarizing beat.
Hypnosis gnosis, post-toasty, the ghost is.
Lilith's fair hand, warm with the wine
stolen from the temple. Deadly misled.
Didn't even know they were already dead.
~ Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona
there's no pedo human traffic king,
'cause it's all off the burner now,
the fully baked potato, ironic of Dorothies.
Even if grand wizardic witch revelations
overthrow the conspiratorial under-toe:
No sea change. No see the change. No, see?
Nothing to see anywhere with eyes so wide shut,
not with the invisible wardrobe redacted,
not with the war over the Peace Prize ... re-enacted.
Oh hell. Oh well. Tho mighty arrows fail, O lordy lo,
the longbowmen sure are getting in a lot of decent practice.
~ Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona
