Absence

Poem -

Today, I Mourn slain Beatle...

Today, I Mourn slain Beatle John Lennon

assassinated at 10:50 PM,
on December 8, 1980
forty four years later to date
outside...

Poem -

"...

Missing you in heaven

It's silly just how it is and
today's another day,
things aren't really different
I...

Poem -

Close Shaves and Final Cuts

When they shave me for
the last time,
as they always tend to do ..
Please be sure...

Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Poem -

Absent Friends

I notice there are
red berries
on the trees again
this autumn
and in such...

Poem -

drought reigns supreme...

drought reigns supreme across much of the United States...,

where sorely needed precipitation
necessitates affected population
to perform a collective...

Poem -

A Nemesis So Hurtful As Thee

A Nemesis So Hurtful As Thee

I think that I’m too much for you,
I know that I’m too much, it's true.
Will you tell me...

Poem -

The fine art of making excuses

The fine art of making excuses

which achievement, deportment,
endorsement, and indictment
(more serious than rigging an...

Poem -

Hope For A New View

Hope For A New View

i feel my words have turned into rage
its no longer just a stage

observing is not good...

Poem -

SHOULD THERE BE PUNISHMENT?

SHOULD THERE BE PUNISHMENT?

They struck again...

Then they walked away...

Skip that house....

Not the right...

Poem -

Pronounced side effect upon...

courtesy Fluoxetine hydrochloride

Pronounced side effect upon my dreams...

Fluoxetine Hcl (C17H18F3NO·HCl)
known as Selective Serotonin
Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI),...

Poem -

The haunted train of...

The haunted train of Schwenksville

After dark every Halloween
since living social in Perkiomen Valley
for seven long years,...

Poem -

If Trump wins...rest in...

If Trump wins...rest in peace - Mother of Freedom

Post mortem courtesy
Doctor Demento yielded
Lady Liberty lies slain...
videre licet...

Poem -

Jail house rock

It ain’t the one.

In this cell at fucking night
listening to fragals scream all night
banging buzzing it ain’t...

Poem -

Thrill to craft poetry with...

Thrill to craft poetry with motives simon-pure

Analogous to beckoning
think fickle finger of fate doth allure
gussied up with
...

Poem -

Passing days

Passing days

I miss you more then any words can say
I think of you me with each passing day
The more I...

Poem -

Though married yours truly ...

Though married yours truly (me)...

unabashedly dole out unadulterated
indirect flattery to a porcelain moon goddess.

I found...

Poem -

Miniscule male member doth...

Miniscule male member doth bend sinister

impossible mission of mine to bare witness
whereby mine (whore rubble) puny phallic
...