AdPock

I Was There Photo & poem by AdPock A shadow on the cloud Though I hear it’s there Pulling hundreds of souls Away on the air. Wasn’t I once a part of that sky? Dreaming of adventure, Through fear-clenched eyes… Am I still traveling? Homeward ever bound? There it is! Through that hole in the clouds, Sunshine glistening Upon sturdy wings There it is… I was there.

 

Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge By A. Freeman Pockross Pigs on the Wind Dark clouds loom large over Harmonyville. Two pigs fly across the darkening night. Or do they? Either way, something symbolic disappears into the darkness. The wind howls. Rain pours sideways. An almost middle-aged boy runs through the rain, covering his precious rock-star locks with a newspaper. You know, THE rockstar cut. Rod. Ronnie. Late ‘60s Keef. The boy’s obviously not prepared for the weather. Who’s this boy, you ask? Curtis, the mysterious narrator answers.

Feels like a shift Perhaps that’s always been Time keeps on shifting And getting stuck in gear. We’re always here Whether we fear what’s to come Or wax for what was Here we are.  We are here. But what about them? I fear they’re coming. For me. My joy. My Love. They can’t have have my love Though it be for All.  

My Good Boy. My good good boy. Bubba. Bubba Big Dick Pockross Or just… BDP. Bubbakins.  The BubblyWubbly The Bubz. Mr. BubblyBoo. Mr. Magoo. My good boy. My good good boy. What can you say about something you love? Love is real, not fade away? May his memory be a blessing? I’m so very sorry. It’s all welcome. It’s never enough. My good good boy, We didn’t have enough.