The Story of Lorelei Lolita Liscoe

Just before stepping out

on her big date, Lorelei Lolita Liscoe discovered

the perfect combination of

pills

pot

powders and

potables

to make her feel

just right.

The only problem she couldn't tweak away

was an annoying

pink mouse

in her peripheral vision

that wagged its finger at her

as if she were a naughty toddler who

stole a cookie.

She decided she could live

with this minor side-effect.

However

in her haste to apply make-up and perfume

for her big date

Lorelei Lolita Liscoe forgot

to write down the recipe for her potion.

This truly presented a predicament for

the date went smashingly

and a second was planned

for the following Friday.

Lorelei Lolita Liscoe was not a woman

to panic.

She had earned her Girl Scout Gold Award

with badges in

cooking

chemistry and

herbaceous healing.

She would duplicate the formula

before her next date.

Attempt number one was not

so great:

uncontrollable sneezing

intermittent aphasia

alopecia

earlobe dysplasia.

Try number two

would not do:

crying jags and

halitosis

itchy elbows

madarosis.

Finally

on her third try

Lorelei Lolita Liscoe believed 

she had her nostrum
replicated.

This pleased her for several reasons:

1. Her date was that night

2. She was beginning to worry she wouldn't feel just right ever again

3. Her intake of pills, pot, powders, and potables that week had exceeded anything she had ever previously experienced and

4. She was starting to feel a tad strange.

Just before stepping out

on her second big date, Lorelei Lolita Liscoe downed
her elixir.

In her peripheral vision was
an annoying

pink mouse

lying in a bed made from

hair and eyelashes. It was

wagging its finger.

The Liscoe family decided to hold

an open casket funeral, saying

she seemed so lovely and so peaceful.

The mourners at the viewing of
Lorelei Lolita Liscoe all agreed that
she looked

just right.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Drug Induced

Change of Perspective

tree in our yard where lightning struck

Kicked and bruised Earth is

bullied into submission

Mother Nature screams

Windows Redux

You were once as open as the sky

As boundless as the fireflies in June

At your window watching life go by

Your light has dimmed too fast and much too soon

As boundless as the fireflies in June

Inside a Mason jar to please the eye

Your light has dimmed too fast and much too soon

Without air, a fire's going to die

Inside a Mason jar to please the eye

Your gold transforms to dross, treasure to ruin

Without air, a fire's going to die

Blind as well as masked, you're not immune

Gold transforms to dross, treasure to ruin

Behind those glass panes on which you rely

Blind as well as masked, you're not immune

You can't shut out the past though you may try

Behind those glass panes on which you rely

At your window watching life go by

You can't shut out the past though you may try

You were once as open as the sky.

(done with the "proper" Pantoum rhyme scheme of abab)

Windows

image from Poets United

You were once as open as the sky

As boundless as the fireflies in June

Watching life through window panes of glass

Your light has dimmed too early and too fast

As boundless as the fireflies in June

Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps

Your light has dimmed too early and too fast

Without air, a fire will not last

Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps

A precious treasure transforms into dross

Without air, a fire will not last

Your windows make you blind as well as masked

A precious treasures transforms into dross

The panes you trust to keep you safe inside

Your windows make you blind as well as masked

An illusion to shut out your past

The panes you trust to keep you safe inside

Watching life through window panes of glass

An illusion to shut out your past

You were once as open as the sky.

submitted for Form For All, Pantoum, at dVerse Poets Pub

and Thursday Think Tank, Windows, at Poets United