#quatern

He doesn’t care for flowers or for fruit, so don’t implore him not to clip or prune the fig trees and camellias. His pursuit of geometric form makes him immune to luscious tastes and beauties others crave. He doesn’t care for flowers or for fruit, so once the buds appear, don’t try to save them from his trimmer. All your pleas are moot. He holds a tidy yard in high repute, a verdant symbol of his…

At Cannibal's Spa and Grill

If you ask for the special

For them, that will be a thrill

They'll set you up with Gertie

No happy endings here

She'll tenderize you good

Relaxation before the fear

Then you'll ask the question

"What's on the grill today"

There are no happy endings

They're grilling you that day

Business comes and goes

After, there is mending

They'll serve you up with fries

Not really inspired by anything except a note about a neighborhood landmark. This is a Quatern. Title: Lions . . .WC: 93 Lions, with their painted-on scowlsAnd their neighborhood litanySummer-scorched lawns, gold at their feetI am sized up and found wanting Once, in winter, a sudden startLions, with their painted-on scowlsSeemed to come to blue-shadow lifeI hid in the cloud of my…

I have it memorized

But it's also written down

In case of a glitch

And the thought leaves town

It's import to know

I have it memorized

When the time comes

This code will be prized

What was I saying

That's why it's written

Though I have it memorized

It's hidden in a mitten

For the day will come

When the world needs sanitized

The code that begins the end

He went there yesterday

Stood by the #door

Heard the sounds of sex

Waited a little more

Didn't know what to expect

When he went there yesterday

He only needed the bathroom

Sounds a bit crowded, he'd say

So many different voices

Enough to fill a house

He'd went there yesterday

Was looking for his spouse

Once the climax happened

The door opened all the way

A naked woman staggered out

When he went there yesterday

She was still dazed

What had happened

Yesterday was a blur

Her memory blackened

A house was for sale

She was still dazed

She found the bathroom

By the size, she was amazed

The door was closed

Others were there, she sensed

She was still dazed

Had an orgy commenced

She remembered stepping out

Eyes and naked body glazed

Outside the door was a man

He stood there, smiling

Never did he bend

Until he was nothing

The world was at an end

The flashbacks scroll

He stood there, smiling

As the moon begins to crumble

The Earth finishes dying

The ground leaves his feet

How has he lived so long

He stood there, smiling

Thinking of his favorite song

He awoke from a vision

The immortal began crying

A future without death

Better impose a tax.

People can see in,

send in the fax

We can't let them see.

There are holes in the fence.

With skulduggery in play,

it's more expense.

Find the culprit.

Do a thorough search.

There are holes in the fence.

That woodpecker on its perch?

The neighbor, Tom,

he'll take offense.

Though he's always peeping