Beware of Bad Luck & Worse Deeds

mixed media sculpture

If you can’t make a grand entrance, at least try to make a spectacular exit . . .

Talk about Relief!

The way my insurance is freighted

With small-print and guilt, and prorated,

I find that this chick

Who can’t risk being sick

Can afford to be

Decapitated.

digital painting from photosCampfire Song for the Unwitting Centerpiece

Singing silly campfire songs, we sit at either side

Across the pit and toast marshmallows, making note how wide

And high the flames can leap at will, and thinking if they might

Be quite sufficiently stoked up by middle of the night

To throw something substantial in to roast before the dawn,

Perhaps a certain someone here we’ve finally settled on,

Whose camp-songs so annoy us; cook to ash before next day

Our deep-disliked camp counselor: our own auto-da-fΓ©.

mixed media sculpture

Why, certainly, cabin-master, Sir, have another toasted marshmallow! Here, just lean over a teensy little bit closer . . .

10 thoughts on “Beware of Bad Luck & Worse Deeds

  1. In re: “Talk About Relief!” It’s also cheaper to be cremated.

    In re: “Campfire Song…” In a rather gruesome mood, are we?

    Tee! Hee! & a Hardy-har-har!…

    • Not to worry: the characters in these poems are entirely fictitious and do not reflect any family members, past or present! πŸ˜‰ The Queen is a closeup of the ‘Nike of Spanaway’, a life-sized found object sculpture I did as satirical self-portrait when I was living a few minutes from the town of that name (a slight cheat: Spanaway seemed a whole lot more evocative of ‘Samothrace’ than Parkland, the town where I was actually located, would’ve been!).

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