quadrennial by Timothy Dooner (ready player one ebook .TXT) 📕

The children are laughing a window away
You sold your daughter for a quarter
and compensation pay
They chuckle through rock throws that won't stay at bay
And here we are holding hands walking away

With the vigor of vinegar
You course through my veins
I'll brush away your bangs
To satiate my stomach pangs
So maudlin, and I'm kissing porcelain

Caught in the undertow
Are you sure we're at shore
There's a wide open ocean
Free of closure and full of fruition
Despite inclement condition
I would ask you but I don't need your permission


Trojan Horse

When I heard about your second daughter
I got sarcastic like a murder of crows
Maybe it was too much information
Or we didn't exchange our proper "hello"s
Either way, you're on the bad side of thirty
And I'm still a little too thirsty
For your tears to satiate me


Eunuch Electorate

I've got a little lever
That will alleviate all the pressure
Let's hang Chad on a brand new measure
My teeth are chattering and
I'm feeling a little indentured

You prop me up with my propositions
I am abstinent and full of superstitions
That's a lot of food in empty kitchens
One will balance the budget with infomercials
And the other with 8 years of military missions

I've got a little redistribution
Red fish, blue fish
You've got no choice when you
only lure two fish
Punch a ballot for your piece of mind
Hang another banner and alert us of your kind
I can't see the hair on your palms
Masturbations made us blind


Wanderlust

I've got my crush
in a bindle
she's barefoot
because I couldn't fit her sandals
in the habit and she'll be having none of that
she'll be having none of that


Alprazolam Traipsed

An insect I didn't know
was clacking his antenna
beside my window
Pictures are painted
with paw prints on wood floor
that's the cat's meow

Eight legs
two goblin eyes
Four legs
million monster eyes

When your cat crawls to bed
make sure it isn't an arachnid


Cider Inside Her

Dormant darling doormat
Sit inside my belly
Heartburn's welling in my throat
And God's up for a felony

She's got slings and arrows
Together we took down Goliath
With the cider inside her
Like Shrinky Dinks and Play Dough
Dormant darling doormat
Let's go double-dutch
When they fill in these walls
We'll both be here


The Bar

Yeah, you're a little young for me
But Jesus Christ, you're 23
Have another lime
This Patron pays for its self effacing
The salt on my hand is masticating
You're missing your prime and depreciating
Maybe it's a matter of litigation
Or I have a woman's intuition
Every good story has a happy ending
You'll never be a lawyer and I'd rather be masturbating


Footprints

From the scorched earth
that used to be this pigeon's perch
I made a minuscule dirtbag
that couldn't bare the weight of ridicule
Snow has memory
but can't stand the brunt of weight
and when we land and when it melts
be thankfully it wasn't concrete


Henchmen

I prefer Hobson's choice
but I guess it's a Baker's dozen tonight
You can break my foot
And I'll still blame it on a patch of ice
Cause when I have words for Judas
I flip bricks like Q*bert
So bring your henchmen
Cause I'm a ten ton leviathan
All problems solved
Cause you're ugly as sin
and I'm absolved


Tiller

Thanks for reminding me
You're so bright you've blinded me
We're taking on water
bloated at sea
Protected from lobster
Suffocated by bib
Lubrication and butter
I like the cut of your jib


Overboard

They went off to sea where the devil may be
but their keel ran aground
so says the prophecy
All the Sirens sang their favorite song
As the hull filled with water they sing along
“Oh, a Sailor set to sea
With his fair lady
He drank too much rum
She gave him too much gum
And his face was the last she'd see
His face was the last she'd see”

Morning War

I remember when we slept through
Old Ironside's answer to the sun
Air raid sirens that set off the alarm
My bare feet hit the cold wood floor
Casualties of the morning war
Twenty-seven degrees never felt as cold
As when I was walking away from you
Left on the altar of an empty bed
A sacrifice offered to the day ahead
When the battle is over
I'll trace you with my fingers
Until then I'll sketch you out in words
While serving on the frontline
Of this morning war


Under Lock & Bee

There is a door protected by a bee
With wings fluttering furiously
Above the lock making heresy honey
Just peek through the hole
To not disturb the hive
It'll only open with a skeleton key
Turned by a hand that's skinned alive
And through the passage on the other side
There will be no trial he'll regret he tried
As he walks oblivious to swollen stings
Veins exposed pulled like marionette strings
In a procession of the penitent
There is no stopping the longing of the intimate
Because they are each others destination
She his healer and he her libation
In kind her heart for flesh resurrected
United behind the door the bee protected


Antiheroine

Rappel parables
Beaten in the narrative
She only lived it
The rest were livid
Her children were on the tracks
A fetus in their lunch pails tucked into napsacks
She'd bite the doubters if she only had the teeth
At least someone was blithe, save for Santa
No more Christmas, no more wreath


Will Work For Food

How tall does the beanstock grow
That my magic seeds will spawn?
Because, this Giant germinates a green thumb
How high do I have to climb before the night fades dawn
The dead of winter? Or maybe autumn?
And can I make it to the top before I fall right back to the Bottom?
I ask this question when I'm in bed,
The answer comes in order as it is said:
Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an American
Be he 'live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread


Armure de L'amour

They'll catch us if they can
They'll beat us until we grin
Because this is too powerful
For sabotage
So baby, please break me
In case of emergency
There'll be no espionage
We'll winnow conspiracy
They'll be riddled by our
Accentuated eccentricity
And widowed by negativity
Because I'm the armor around you
And you're the soldier inside me


The Living Dead

For those not here
For those she'll miss
For those she'll pray for
Like a savior on a crucifix
In their absence
And in their stead
All love will protect her
That knowledge is all she'll need
Under masks and costume auspice
Candy coated memories
Of past Trick or Treats
For all the friends that can't be here
All hallowed and revered
Happy Halloween
We're all dressed up and wish
You could join us


Timber

In the afterglow
On noir sheets
I'll be your light
Reflected phosphor
A rarest resin
From the Dominican
As it shone blue
In the presence of the blind
It took the man with
Ultra violet eyes
And unattenuated frequency
To see your recherche


Redemption

In to the point
Of no return
The line we cross
Despite what we've learned
To look the beast of our past
Right in the eyes
And take its strength
A concave pit all filled with fear
Paved over by a knowing near
That there will be no excuse
Or alibi, as time will tell
On a clock only we can see
With hands a'ticking
Held by you and me


The Beast With Two Backs

The beast with two backs
Was craving too many snacks
He'll offer to seat you
Then sedate and he'll eat you
It's a pleasure to meet...
"Oh, no, I think he meant meat!"
Five meals a day
Is far too much for many
And when he sees you undressed
His appetite will know no abeyance
Because this beast is possessed
And you are his seance


Ambient Solstice

As it stood ever and green
Hooks stuck through hanging string
Yule log burning on an HD screen
The word for disease in Chinese is bing

The candles were lit with a flame branches bent
On the couches arm her leg was pressed
Their reflection in a silver ornament
Outside a bird watches from an empty nest

Hair like garland wraped in his grasp
She's his Christmas morning and he's agog
The moment ends in a final gasp
As she laps up the remaining eggnog


Precession of the Equinoxes

Everybody gets a star
That forms her constellation
She may be no astrologer
But in order to see them all
In a naked night from afar
You’ve got to stand a world away
Zodiacal light is always luminous
On the East before dawn
So keep folding creases for empty boxes
Filled with memories and proxy hugs
There’s so much frustration just for trying
As they continue multiplying
In a pile under the sky
As she wonders what to put inside
Her mouth releases a frozen sigh
So just grab that bull by the horns
Because this Taurus sign never forms
Without these stars you've made boxes for


Hibernation Anxiety

She cleaned off the snow from her paw
Blood rushed to skin during the thaw
Shivering by the side of the lake
There's no reflection in the ice
She can't see how cold she looks
Teasing the surface with the first step she'll take
The next move a fracture she can't entice
This seemed much simpler last season
If only her syrup could flavor the slush
The wound dripping a cherry musk
If only she could cross with certainty
Earmuffs speaking scrutiny
Sleep and dreams taunt her from the other side
"I can pass this, I'll even swim!" she cried
To not concede she'd fail if she tried
But if it is not fully frozen
And the wrong choice is chosen
This'll be the last lake she ever saw


Mjr. Arcana

My hands are gnarled with pentacles
Around my finger like numerals
In her cherry dress
Buried under snowflake funerals
Sign of the cross, knee at