i’m getting to know my extremes
but not how to fix them
or what it would mean
to somehow eclipse them
i go from zero
to a thousand on the
energy scale
from dancing like a demon
to beaching like a whale
not in baby toddles but
in epidemic leaps
i play with aspirations
but i don’t play for keeps

when there is oomph
i have to embrace it,
imbibe it, let’s face it,
gotta run with the ball
while it’s still in the air
but then it deflates
or it’s me that deflates
and i can’t care
can’t move for lack of interest
can’t think for lack of mind
i’m zombie-zoned
and what was toned
becomes a pile of mush
i don’t just mean my tush
all that i’ve worked on,
my physical state,
my mental capacities,
and i think i am sunk
i think i can’t swim
but next day i wake up
and just on a whim
i’m rolling towards beastin’
as if it was planned
flip side of the coin
where i couldn’t i can
maybe it’s time
to look into
my dosage
the voltage




© 2015 kStan(ly) Lanning
Daily prompt – eclipse
cradled with the Daily prompt – baby, while I work on something new


i’m not myself
i’m somebody new
who’s unsure…
my younger self
has abandoned me
and left me floating


she took with her
my courage —
it was kind of
she used up
all my energy
and spends her
free time
taunting me
like some hack
tv narrator.
yeah, she’s a bitch
and i hate her,
and what’s left of me
is tbd.


(c) 2015 kStan(ly) Lanning

* to be determined

Abandoned – challenge
going with the flow of the Daily prompt – float


i’ve got holes in my boot heels
and they filled up with rocks
so now when i walk it goes
choka choka choka chok

there’s an aspect of me
that cannot be refinedheels
and there’s cash to be had
if these boot heels are mined

thar’s gold in them thar heels!



© 1997 kStan(ly) Lanning