How’s your Dumpty in your Humpty?

Humpty dumpty falling of the wall



Cracks…..cracks…they run through us…veins of traveling fissures

leaking god knows what.

How long ago was your fall ? Mr. or Miss.

And do you know what you miss?

That once held you together.

Can you find that moment in time…where your mind


then tottered.

Arms flailing….you plummeted

that hole in the pit of you widening.

and then something just died.


They call me Humpty that rhymes with my last name


The king horses scotch taped me up and superglued my butt

I’m walking …I’m talking…Breathing through

a cracked gut.

But I’m breathing..

Not a yolk sizzling in the sun.


By Philip Wardlow 2016






Bubble People


They bump along in their bubbles…

with all their different colors

at times comingling…a bright red meeting,

a dull blue or electric  yellow sliding along a prim’s

purple slick skinned surface

grazing against, just ever so.

Electric,  crazy, frenzied, varied, morphic, erotic

Dare I say fun? Yet…the bubbles eventually move on

Some in sadness…some not giving a shit….beep bopping

away in a rush.

Or they simply just



By Philip Wardlow 2016

Deadpool Review – Content Warning – Duh!

I agree with everything in this review … spot on…beware Kiddies ..this is definitely a Rated-R Review……no spoilers though….. I am sure small children will watch it because their parents are not watching em anyways…. enjoy it you little fuckers…


Just a Crazy Dream …

I checked into Motel Sadness and sat down my bags of discontent.
The mini bar was stocked well, so I grabbed the gin and mixed the tonic of my life, crushed in my Lemon Eyes, raised my glass, gave a toast, telling them all I was Sorry for ever crossing their path.
I downed that motherfucker in one gulp and prepared another,
and another, and another… for the Heart heart head of thoughts that were sure to come.
The day disappeared as night consumed, wrapping me up like a A Bolt from the Blue. I laid there. Just laid there until she came. I heard her jimmy the lock of my life and Desire walked on through. She was high, and not very lady like as she straddled me,
high heels digging, she whispered with the reddest lips wrapped in  a wicked grin,
I really want you to hate me, Cuz I’ll never love you baby”.  Then she got up and walked out to join a passing Parade.
So I got up….left my room and I ran and ran, like a child wild in a playground
down a street with no shadows; even though the street lamps cast
a deep sodium glow.
It seems I can’t even entice a dark silhouette to accompany me. Make a Shadow  I intoned Make a Shadow  so I dove,  into a dumpster deep, and mingled with the garbage heaped, and fell fell fast asleep.
The Morning after came and the bears were rummaging, waking me from a better world
not so obscene.
I couldn’t face the ground with  its vicious disregard to support so I climbed and climbed up the fire escape to the tippity top of the tar covered roof, sticky from the bright midday sun and jumped.
The dust flew from wings in full extension as a Feather floated to the alley below but I was light and I went up;  on currents caught, finally realizing I was free.
Said my soul,  Go
be that beautiful Monster they all believe you to be.

by Philip  Wardlow 2016

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