Authorz: John Weber

Counting hours like chickens      waiting to get fried until my last pressures get      properly denied by that amnestic ruckus      compelling my stride. My revelry extracts…

They brewed-up vaccines morose pledging to self-diagnose disease most scary hoping to bury pathos with each costly dose.

The teleprompter tumbles in the clamorous migration of doting interns and banner-waving believers, as the majority rallies yet again toward fervor behind pitch-black sound bites…

Wriggling my way     across the page     I thrash about, lost by perspective and     challenged to     summon only     significant passions expressing clarity     of struggle. The knowing…

Yes we can beg for tomorrow since banks steal cash then won’t borrow to stimulate jobs while Obama robs one job for Barry Soetoro.

When railing aggressive at impulses suggestive my wisdom begs for flashes uplifting in scope and mind to sift lost jewels yet refined from the smoldering…

When pit bulls square-off to fight competition will incite the rage underneath when baring those teeth since jaws lock-down with each bite.

With notes shredding ears homicidal, contestants squawk madly to sidle despite what they lack they keep flocking back to die on American Idol.

Heads propped aloft by the crutch of dogmatic belief, savoring each other, feasting upon flesh-          knife and fork,          delicate spoon.          Each course far from          complete,…

I sat on your big shoulders, a bite-sized     sequel, yet never your     equal in compassion or patience. You helped me reach the sun-ripened apples at…

Minced garlic with tomato, onion and pepper, thick, cylindrical pasta Mozzarella topped– seared until golden. Robust yet sweet!

Thieves held up the bank to ransom a tidy profit most handsome. With no cash inside they had to decide to make the people advance…

Somebody mean once asked Arlene how her routine left her so lean. Whether drunk or on junk, if it wasn’t for spunk she wouldn’t get…

The tug of ellipses measures our weight in the vivid gyroscope clustered by gases noble cloaked in the curtain to benefit from the necessary intrusion…

Churning renewal perfumed with pungent promise– syncopated drips.

Not long ago at the corner of Ironic Avenue and Mary Jane Lane, I grew plump tuluberries with wiry roots secured deep underneath the muddy…

Geithner’s true motives fall lost when Congress gets double-crossed by Fed Ponzi schemes and banker wet dreams while countless are getting tossed.

As carefree moments surrender to     promising creations and     careful slumber, events unfold like a tapestry of     gilded fiber within the     gauze of memory. These rivulets…

Fumbling in the dark sometimes kicks a spark like a flipped illusion bending with confusion to stretch that inky void with whispers once enjoyed.

Horizons swirl behind stark force once perfumed by mortal remorse until all choice gets tossed aside to float and gloat while fools decide to taint…