Well hello dear delectable morsels, How in the world has no one gobbled you up yet? Analogously of course, there is no cannibalism here. Notwithstanding good ideas and all around sanity, naturally.

Thank you, my friends, for you attendance and all those who go beyond even that. May you receive blessings in equal proportion to my own.

Moving to business, today’s piece is certainly interesting. It perhaps would work better as a comical Gary Larson visual than a vague and downlifting homage to inoperable despair. For the record if uplifting is word it is inexcusable that my selection is technically improper. KAHN!! *shakes fist skyward in vigorous fashion

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“Skinnamar-Ink”, November 5, 2020.

Tentacles inescapable 

Wrapped tight around your mind 

So completely incapable 

Of severing this bind 

The suction cups firmly attached 

And legs are knotted too 

Any assistance yet dispatched 

Lost in some distant queue 

Fastened yet still with many locks 

These tangled, braided arms 

Protected better than Fort Knox 

Summoning poignant harms 

Finally an enormous safe 

The cherry for the peak 

Heavy metal’s pleasure to chafe 

Both neck and outlook bleak.

————————————————————————————————————————————————-Here’s another question, why is impregnable a common word but not pregnable? Imagine the pun opportunities for simultaneously loose/ fertile women and their pregnability… I think we’re misogimissing out here. My sincere apologies to ladies everywhere. Actually I’m going to go ahead and issue a blanket apology to everyone for that one. Besides, it’s supposed to get chilly again soon.

I enquired of Mr. Wolf and it is indeed lunch time so I will bid farewell, wishing all much joy and limited encumbrance. Be swell, y’all.

-Alex Blaikie

Categories: new poetry

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.