RENDER

Render unto me your readership. Whatsoever you do to the rest of my messages, that you do unto Mentennial. Read all to the illiterate. Understand where I go:

**********Caliber Man********

I approach old age*********
With the youthful rage******
Of a caliber man***********
Who will disengage.********

Every limp will stomp.********
Missing teeth to chomp*******
At a perfect five*************
On the MRI.****************

I'm a caliber man***********
With the load of the land*****
Weighing wits by the sea*****
Down wind in the sand.******

Holy war I will wage*******
As a sage in the cage*******
Of a caliber man***********
Who will disengage.********

Xylophoned....."Might a micken a maw?"

Xylophoned by Synth, Scat & Zithers

You rolled the carpet. We said to keep it.
You yipped and yapped just as you yelled and you yiped at us.

So you were xylophoned by Synth, Scat & Zithers.
You balled up your fist at our cyst fraught with soft, down feathers.
And whether you wanted us more or whether care less,
When you need the malleting, well, we will be your guest.

We don't care about your...Academy Awards.
You gather as many as you can....and then get more.
"We don't want to end up
As the men we thought we'd be."
...Such is the burden of the talk of the town.
He leans where the yoke lies
And throws out-of-bounds
Or up through the blowholes of the sailor who drowned,
Who's at a sad disadvantage
As a whale of a sandwich
That winks from a nautical nine hundred feet down.

Poor, our Samson, he must wait.
Wherever he is, however he's changed,
It's unlikely that time will tell....
So you were xylophoned by Synth, Scat & Zithers.
You swore out an oath square at our growth fraught with soft down feathers.
And whether you wanted us more or whether care less,
When you need the malleting, well, we will be your guest.

--Synth, Scat, Zithers, and Keddiz

YOU WON'T SAVE Keddiz, BUT YOU CAN FIND HIM

I feel very bad

For the very much deprived.
A twinge upon a tad
Of an empathy arrived.
They, the willing victims of the dreaded double-damn,
Stay along the dotted, dated, daunting line of laughs,
Bellow at the feckless that it's fruitless to believe the task
Is all but taken care of,
So they share themselves.

With whom?
I think you know,
But let's keep the curtain thin s'it is.
On a rainy Thursday this
Becomes a curse that treats their kids
To sodas, slurpies, pecan sandies,
Woe, and cause to form a fist
To blood the palm with days they absolutely lost
In lieu of bliss.

--Keddiz

Hard To Not Wither When The Offer's Relaxed.

Here in the midst
Of chosen and given
I thought what I'd wished
Wouldn't miss me right here.
This rips the skin
From shoulder to nail
Like low-downs agreeing to plankwalk the men
Then crossbone the sail.
It is them I beseech
To tend to the tear.
When I reach out my hand,
No one is there.

Now that I'm aged,
More days 'neath the hat,
I understand the tower.
I wish to go in it,
But I cannot do it.
And you would ask why....

Hard to not wither when the offer's relaxed.
Ready to go. Told to turn back.
Jellyfish circle.
Eels there to poison.
Whirlpool, a wormhole--
My very last dream.

Not come to pass.
Here in the wasn't.
Appears that the tether
Still keeps the say.
This rips the skin
From shoulder to nail
Like low-downs agreeing to let down the men
And lift not the bale.
It is them I believe
Will clothe up the bare.

When I hold up my arms,
No one is there.

--Keddiz

The Chron in the Cubicle

Wha' you do all day in your cubicle?
Truly your jobs AIN'T too suitable.
Inserting figures into their database?
Givin' your brain thoughts much too commonplace.

But,
You'll read The Chron. of Higher Ed.
Sitting by an orange in a paper towel.
Lunch to digest, but energy dead,
Dead as the message boards. Muse on tao.

Cube life, very poor choice considerin'
The wings of Quetzlcoatl aren't flitterin'.
No one's holding a gat to my retina,
But I'm the admin in charge of us gettin' a

Copy of The Chron. of Higher Ed.
Next to my Catbert Post-It Note set.
Dissolve to black. I'm in the red.
Revolving door option now bowed to debt.

--Keddiz

A trim. I am preparing for only a trim.

You Husk and Shell

Vict'ry is between my teeth.
I will make you cry and yell.
This is not the life you want
But here it is, you husk and shell.

I care not of resolution.
The future can be bent and stabbed.
I'll repent when all is over
'Tween a pair of thoughtless laughs.

Down your tongue, Socratic juggler.
In your mouth, my William Tell.
This is not the life you want
But here it is, you husk and shell.

--Keddiz

Misfortune Most Personified

The burden was published.
The brazen were readers.
Keddiz, depleted.
Love is subjective.

Look what has happened to me.
Look how aware I was this whole time.
Listen to the debutantes and you will gather
The drift and the druthers that I dreamt for Danners.

Survey the bit rate.
Sample and skip out.
Centennial augurs a day of no consequence,
One that can be eternally capitalized on!
No more Danners.

--Keddiz