Word~Monger #MeetingTheBar @dVersePoets

It is constant, that ticking
Mind numbing, actually.
Yet I refuse, to push its button.

It has threatened dis~
ease among my congregation...
digital pews
where the holy spirit appears...
in hologram (Tupac a'int got nothing on MY savior)

It's church on Sunday if you have the time
because forgiveness can't come soon enough
and it certainly won't climax on Monday...

but we can turn back the clock
if the global arena
runs out of race track.

Nothing worse than a cone of vanilla ice scream
pooling on hot pavement
under a vaporizing sun.
SPF 391 not enough
to keep the cream from curdling

Sham~WOW to the rescue
resurrecting spores that will eat the treat
three times over
regurgitated , waxing plastic.

These cockles shells have mutated
and Mary has lost that once proud look in her eye
as she curses the sprinklers timer
and switches to speaker phone

It is constant, that ticking
but it's nothing to me
I skipped over the cone
to eat poetry.

The Chazinator  (@shralec) is back with MeetingTheBar at dVersePoets.  It's machine, technology, our times...and we're putting it all down in poetry.  Bring your pens!