The Urban Elf

Willy Nilly was a knob.

He would not shut his stupid gob.

He'd groan and drone and carry on.

All that heard wished he'd get gone.

Then one day when nature called

He was pulled from his stool

to a washroom stall.

On the way back to redon his airs

Someone tipped him down the stairs.

Willy Nilly was a knob.

No one saw nothing

yet they applauded the job.

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 6:26 PM 0 comments

One cannot sing

When breathing is

Restricted.

However,

With just a little air

Still one can hum. 

Humming is vibration

Harmonic vibration

Which, 

If amplified, 

Can drop a plane

From the sky,

Shatter a building

And possibly... 

Topple a regime.

written October 27, 2025

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 1:26 PM 0 comments

Will you leave me

In September?

When summer stutters

And maples blush?

Will you leave me

In October?

When the gale first toddles

And the tourists crush?

Will it be November?

When the harvest's time

Is due?

Or will it be December?

When all your people

Have laid sacrifice to Yule?

Do not leave me,

My darling,

In a season bright or cold.

Do not leave me,

My darling,

Please,

Until we're so very old.

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 10:14 PM 0 comments

You see yourself

In that perverse window

That inverted surface

Studying every crevice

Worrying every wrinkle 

Wondering

Where the days have gone.

And I tell you

Through this lens

I see

Like all men

You have packed

Those days with living

And stacked those years

Like cord wood

To feed

The blazing glory 

You are today.

_______

Previously posted on Threads

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 10:07 PM 0 comments

 Dig a hole.

Dig it deep.

Lay a heavy stone.

We do not wish

Him back again.

Not brow

Nor breath

Nor bone.

______

Written last fall.

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 10:04 PM 0 comments

Wrote this last October at the Valentin Imperial Maya but posted elsewhere. 

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She dances

as though The Sea

were within her.

Calypso calls,

And she responds.

A song and a thrum

Beating at the edges

Of most mortal reckoning.

Yet to her,

The surge and retreat

Is the call

Of an insistent lover.

Rising to meet the rhythm,

She makes it her own.

Queen.

Monarch

Of a court

In elemental sway.

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 10:02 PM 0 comments

Never underestimate

The terror

Of The Ocean.

She birthed all life,

Swallows our shit,

And keeps her cards close.

A whim

Can sink a ship.

A wound

Can erase a coastline.

Imagine

What she could do

With intention.

- Written a few weeks ago and previously posted elsewhere.  -

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 9:20 AM 0 comments

As an unbalanced spin cycle shudders and bangs, thudding its percussive bluster, dissembling to violently disassemble the machine in which its tempest whirls so might one describe the current condition of my mind.

- Written back in April and previously posted elsewhere. -

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 9:16 AM 0 comments

 I wrote this a bit ago, but only posted it to one or another of the socials...

I want to stay here.
Slip into
The warmth of my cups,
In this time out of time
And stay.
Warm and happy
Adrift
On a cloud of music
Seperate
From everything
That waits outside.

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 6:10 PM 0 comments