Heard It Straight From the Parrot’s Lips

Shiver me timbers,
Getting loose,
Getting limber,
I ordered 3 chicken planks
from Long John Silver's.
I like the honey mustard,
Hush puppies, and french fries.
I took a sip of Orange soda
Partnered to my food's eyes.
See, fried food is soul.
And soul food is Blue,
And Orange is its compliment;
You know that combo's true.
It was all in good time.
It was all in good measure.
I buried the treasure,
And it brought me great pleasure.
Then, I sailed off and away
On the ocean of tar,
And I was feeling so good
That I yelled out Yarrrrr!



-Kurtis Lunz

Once An Artist

Once an artist,
I remember painting the field
With the ball's movements.
Sometimes the movement
Delivers the message.
Sometimes lack of movement
Is the message.
The opponent,
Acts as the audience,
Chasing the hologram you project
With full conviction;
Quickly realizing,
It is a vision that's gone missing.
The canvas quickly resets
Like an Etch A Sketch,
And each time requires a present vision.
Who is the audience?
Shall I carry?
Shall I conceal?
Shall I send,
Or shall I reveal?
It was a beautiful art scene on this field,
Where every artist paints
With their heart as the brush.
Nobody paints with fear
Worrying how their picture will be seen.
They just dance,
Placing their full love
Into every touch.



By: Kurtis Lunz

Bottled Message

There was a message in a bottle.

It tasted like dark red.

I drank it down,

And it got into my head.

Into my head;

Maybe, made me a different fellow,

I think I should have tasted yellow

Because I needed just to mellow back then.

By: Kurtis Lunz