A Poem From My Son Tyler

Scare Tactics

Eye today and see tomorrow, sleep until your sleepy hallow, Halloween and weenie wallows wallop polish Pollock waters. Wallowing down drunken sorrow, rowing oars of font-vibrato, bravo for my new bravado, savant gravel you can’t follow.


Follow me in doe-see-doe, doe-see-doe and see-doe-see, remove the doe and keep the see, and what you see is destiny. I’m dressed in pressed impressing three, my big, my best, invest in me. I’m mealy mouthy foully free from stitches stitching itch in me.


My meteor deterred off track, it traced a case without a fact, for fiction sticks and stuck to me ‘til fact fought back with inner smack. It smacked the jackets off those whack, erratic racket rat bit hacks who hacked jaw jack like flops of fat, fatidic quips of quitter crap.


I’m cramping from this ram and rip like Randy Ram in Wrestler flick; I’m ripping riddles into hip, hypnotic hits of herbage trips. I’m tripping over lost careers, careening teams of sheens and shears, my sheer determination clear, I’m clearing, cleaning out the fears.

I fear you might be reading this, with drips of drizzle from the slits, which sit inside the space between, the rings of soul that hold the key, to seeing what we need to see, believing what we need to feed, the greed that bleeds below the glow of black holes where our hearts once roamed.


Written by Tyler Wagner

Thank you Tyler, you are the best.

Today is another one of those late shifts so there will be no post tomorrow.