©. April 28, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Punker Chick Crusher
Month: April 2022
A Mannequin For You
©. April 27, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Man-made madness misguiding
A don in a den,
Like billowing steam
Full of grievous gratitude,
Ushering in life forms
He can note with a pen.
Last resorts are exercised
Like pressure pursued.
A handful of hopeless promises
Are fading,
Impressing the decayed
Carcasses in the ground,
Like an exclusive interview
With joy waning.
When he paints nourishment,
Elusive love is found.
Falling in love is a
Disincentive to size,
Compressed on him
Like Class B bullies with labor.
Windswept wool is cut from his scalp,
Mocked by the guys,
Smooth like the sunrise
And nearby like his neighbor.
Tears trickle and wives wade
Across clusters of crowns,
Begetting children
With criminals in the bed.
And rejection is well-fed
Like nervous breakdowns.
Respectfully declining fun,
He does instead.
The day he can harness
A woman’s emotions,
His baby showers will turn
Into garage sales
Compared to Monday megayachts
In the oceans.
Uneasy naps are fond
Of the caressing gales.
His wife will produce liquid gold
From her breast milk,
But he lacks one, flattered by a mate
In his dreams,
Squeezing his testicles with a kiss
From his ilk.
Delectable, covered in whipping cream,
The screams.
He prefers a mannequin.
He prefers a mannequin.
How he envisions a hot tub
In a treehouse,
With hydrotherapy
Near a mounted mirror.
A mini refrigerator
With shrimp and scouse,
Will be his brunch
And his future will be clearer.
A propane refrigerator
In the basement
Has jumper cables nearby
To jump start a car,
Useful for the broke and broken
To an extent.
Engines have temper tantrums
That will get them far.
If his wife will join
With pizza and spaghetti.
His pre-workout plan defiles
Like nutrition.
Saccharine songs vibrate
The rooftop and the sea.
Pretentious writers study them
With ambition.
Her amiable smiles
For the abrasive crowds
Won’t stop her runways
As a high-wire daredevil.
Platonic to perfection,
She welcomes storm clouds,
Reveling in being
At a higher level.
If she cherishes the warmth
Of her husband’s seat,
May she be dwelling
In her own utopia?
Kissing him in their sofa bed
In a heartbeat,
Will he be framed for rape
In a Black Maria?
She is attached tighter
Than a true lover’s knot.
Vertical gardening near
A Heron’s fountain,
The place evolves into
A greenhouse with a yacht,
Then the yachts a super yacht
Eyeing a mountain.
He prefers a mannequin.
He prefers a mannequin.
Succulent plants will stay
During the auroras.
Saccharine songs reach
The bottomless promises,
To commodious cottages
That never was.
Cordial quietness amplify
The soul kisses.
“Thank God, for He chaperones
My heart to love you”
She says while converting
Plastic waste into fuel.
Soldiers died for nothing
In the oil wars and flew,
For their judgement day,
Away from home, becomes cruel.
Installing a hand pump water well
In the ground,
Free water shoots near
The organic soap berries.
Fruit trees with vegetables
Are planted around.
They can survive without
A house and are at ease.
Their windows have the same substance
Found in lava lamps,
Where with the press of a button,
Chemicals move.
His writer’s cramp comes
As often as when he camps.
When the hour glass turns,
Are looks what they disapprove?
Curtains shield the window nooks
Full of comic books.
Spiral stairs lead to the attic
With ocean views.
Stocked up food is in
The panic room where he looks,
Spotting photographs around him
Like retinues.
Neologisms for how wonderful
His wife is
Exist to tease, but she
Goes above and beyond.
Living is fathomless
And loving is a quiz.
Harmony without singing,
His wife will respond.
He prefers a mannequin.
He prefers a mannequin.
St. Louis With Her
©. Apr. 19, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Pinkness from her soft-boiled cheeks,
Warms him in the Gateway Arch.
So pink that nobody speaks,
Where they hear their own dead march.
Her lips are like soft-serve ice creams,
Challenging the sun that melts snow.
Her hands stood still on balance beams,
Long enough for her hips to grow.
St. Louis is when she feels warmer.
And near him, is when she feels hotter.
A head hot like sriracha sauce,
A heart sweet like lemon loaf cakes,
And a soul ready for the cross,
She sees a gentleman with shakes,
Sharing his bendy straws with her.
Snowflakes fall and they feel the breeze.
They know that she lacks a sister.
She’s an incomparable tease.
St. Louis is when she feels warmer.
And near him, is when she feels hotter.
Last-Minute Love
©. Apr. 17, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Jewels are like a last-minute love
Engaged to fire during the rainfall.
Sinking are the truss bridges above.
Under are the sea creatures that sprawl.
Science says to “Grab your Alice pack.”
Ivory is trying to be pure,
Shy of having a panic attack.
Recycle your currency and cure
Ensure there’s bridges for every street,
To lose your mind is to lose your soul.
Up the ante, then you’re incomplete.
Run away like there’s damage control,
Nurtured like the Holy of Holies.
“I’ll fight for you, but not over you”
Novels read, showing expertise.
Good samaritans are, but a few.
A Limerick For Artwork In Exhibits
©. Apr. 14, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Pay your friends to buy your childhood artwork,
In exhibits and a stranger will smirk.
You’ll be a legend,
But don’t overspend.
Use your popularity as a perk.
My First Haiku
©. Apr. 13, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Outpourings of clouds,
Crowd the dove in the heavens
With perfect practice.
Woman With Worthiness
©. Apr. 13, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Only In Doubt Town: Sun Chi Moves To Happening Street
©. Apr. 11, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
The new superhero, Sun Chi in this digital comic book project was inspired by my friend, Patricia K. Also, the song lyrics in this project are by her. She’s awesome. There is a link to the original animated eBook graphic novel version, that I self-published. It is called “Only In Doubt Town”: https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/isaiah-lawrence/only-in-doubt-town/ebook/product-1dgndwrz.html?page=1&pageSize=4.
Here is a link to the audiobook version of the Doubt Town world I did before, called “Doubt Town: Happening Street” Audiobook: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J81Ypt4vOaA.
That Man In Love
©. April 5, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Your witty writer
Tells you to spin
Continuously
While reading this.
Does your boredom
Long an
Unbridled dizziness
Like pressure with purpose?
When you fiddle
With your hair,
It’s for a riddle
And that man, you can’t miss.
That man will
Vacuum your floor,
Scrub the tub,
Do the dishes,
And cook you food.
That God-fearing man
Will never be rude
And treat your
Children like his own.
Let it sit on your spirit
That the butterflies
Caught me closer
To your heart.
That man’s hormones
Rise like making
Love on holystone
Till fun’s monotone,
But that man
Has you happy
Like a suicide ring
In a cereal box.
Your jittery jubilance
Takes a
Gondola nearby
Fluttering fish,
Rising in
Intangible confidence,
Giving me
A fuzzy feeling.
A man who can
Change the oil
To your hooptie
May also speak gibberish,
But he’ll say the
Right things,
Speaking your love language,
No matter what he does.
You’ll love that
He’s loyal,
Earning his daily bread,
So you’ll get a new car.
Sharing the same
Musical tastes,
You’ll love his body
Like his clothes.
The drums you hear
Will be like a massage,
Undressing you,
The superstar.
That gooey feeling
You have
Will be more effective
Than brainpower.
You’ll love that
He doesn’t force
You into religion
Just to criticize,
That he wants you
And wants someone else
To have you
If he isn’t for you,
And that he abstains from
Vulgar jokes,
But can’t stop gazing
Into your eyes.
You’ll love the man
Because he’s wise
And he’ll protect you
Because he’s in love.
A Man Who Tries To End The Conversation
©. April 2, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
A man can be good,
Asking you “How’s your day,”
But if he asks a woman,
Then he’s flirting.
Full like overstuffed turkey
At the delicatessen,
Eating can determine
How he behaves.
He hears about
Your children, nieces,
And nephews, and who’s working,
But never mind he’s hurting.
He’ll buy storage units
And give the property
Back to the
Original owner to live.
This is a man
Who tries to end a conversation.
This is a man.
Amen.
Say less.
Here comes a good guy.
Call him the shy guy,
Viewed as a killer.
He avoids killers.
A man can get
Rejected by a woman
Despising unsolicited
Love letters.
A man can be clumsy
Like sorry coming
Too soon if he tries to
End the conversation.
You call talking networking,
But he’s a go-getter,
In 5 more years,
Surpassing trendsetters.
He’s a man feeling better
After loving and grieving,
But never mind
The man succeeding.
This is a man
Who tries to end a conversation.
This is a man.
Amen.
Say less.
Here comes a good guy.
Call him the shy guy,
Viewed as a killer.
He avoids killers.
Some strangers talk to him
Like he’s the wealthiest man
In the cemetery,
Then try digging.
Laughing turns to bawling,
From the inside,
Like it’s so torturous, it’s funny,
But he has ears.
Small talk turns to gossip
And gossip turns to arguments,
So by walking away,
He’s winning.
He’s running
Like avoiding loquacious people,
Especially women
With skimpy dresses.
This is a man
Who tries to end a conversation.
This is a man.
Amen.
Say less.
Here comes a good guy.
Call him the shy guy,
Viewed as a killer.
He avoids killers.
He‘s a man
Who don’t want to talk,
But wants to be kept
On your prayer list, as a man of God.
He’s a man
Who can be the only one
Praying for himself, for a woman of God
To have.
He hold doors and let people cut
In front of him in lines,
But don’t talk to him
Or he’ll feel sort of odd.
Talk to him
And he may compliment,
But he don’t want to hold
The door on the elevator.
This is a man
Who tries to end a conversation.
This is a man.
Amen.
Say less.
Here comes a good guy.
Call him the shy guy,
Viewed as a killer.
He avoids killers.
Aware that moldy bread
Can be harmful
To insect-loving birds,
He feeds them homemade peanuts.
He shows up to abortion clinics
To provide people money
To take care
Of their children.
He runs marathons races
And donates his winnings
To churches,
Refusing to take shortcuts.
Apologizing when others are wrong,
He builds houses
On raw land,
For future families.
This is a man
Who tries to end a conversation.
This is a man.
Amen.
Say less.
Here comes a good guy.
Call him the shy guy,
Viewed as a killer.
He avoids killers.
Isaiah Lawrence 