TRAIL OF RED

as soon as sudden happens,

sudden is done and gone.

there is no pass go.

there is no go straight to jail.

there is, in fact, a gaping hole

reminding us where once upon a time

sudden was, in fact, alive and well;

fast and sassy and rambunctious
as all of hell. 

an alligator in the bath

indicates something horribly wrong

with the plumbing.

and why the cat is missing,

and what happened

to that missing leather shoe.

while thinking outside one's self,

considered a felony in some cultures,

only considered a misdemeanor 

in a more civilized setting of

who gives a fart and carry on

as though frivolous is new standard

in a new sitcom featuring who is

screwing whom and who knew.

will not be held responsible for diarrhea
anyone occurs while reading this.

when attempting to improve perfection,
many times perfection gets screwed up so badly
perfection will never again be perfect.

take their words;
twist  their words around a bit;
and a bit more.

maybe a little bit more.
now those words are yours.
yours to give a home.

yours to write a poem or two.
yours to live with until time
and distance do you part.

until then, then.