Friday, May 23, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
free
sometimes i
think i'd like
to go far
away, far
away, where
no one has
ever gone
before, and
then i'll be
free, yes then
i will be
truly free
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
throb
the beach throbbed with life
charlene spread suntan lotion on herself
danny leaned on the rail thinking he'd like to spread the suntan lotion on charlene's toes
eddie leaned on the counter of the fish and chip shack wishing he was selling more fish and chips
frank sat in his chevy looking out at the waves
gog looked down and said hey that's not half bad
half bad said magog i think it's pretty pathetic
i could do better if you just gave me a chance
jesse james couldn't save this bunch
king johnson drove up in his el dorado
love spread its light over the landscape
mighty fine
never forget this moment, jennifer
an octopus suddenly appeared in the water
pennies of panic fell from heaven
quit while you're ahead = humans
rita adjusted the strap on her bikini top
suddenly a gang of manichean christ deniers appeared on the horizon
terror totally erupted when an albigensian mob landed in rubber rafts up in the sky lightning flashed
vice and virtue were horribly entangled
when you lose your daddy
expect the police to come knocking at your door
you'll never know what hit you
zeros are beyond counting
all your sins are washed away
the beach was deserted
charlene put her suntan lotion and her towel and her radio in her bag
Saturday, April 5, 2008
april and other nice poems
the month of april is so nice
cats leave off of chasing mice
dogs leave off of chasing cats
and everybody wears white hats
nelly had a little kitty
she thought it was so wise and witty
she brought it to the vicars house
to have tea with the sextons mouse
in truth, the scene was quite pretty
i dreamed of a kingdom by the shore
which had no racism, sexism or war
and as i walked for miles and miles
all the people had big smiles
what was i scratching my head for?
lets go sit in the park
all day until it gets dark
it it rains we won't care
it's the answer to the flowers prayer
Thursday, March 27, 2008
5 more poems
miss morrison, a mischievous maid
to walk alone was not afraid
but when the werewolf bared his teeth
upon the lonely blasted heath
she wished at home she had stayed
a genial gourmand named gight
ate oysters all day and night
he got overheated
and remained seated
when it was time to fuss and fight
a temperance lady named june
busted up the local saloon
with her mighty truncheon
she destroyed the free luncheon
and the drunkards warm cocoon
a nasty little boy named burke
was considered by his fellows a jerk
instead of worshipping football players
he spent his days sending fervid prayers
to satan -which didn't work
listen to the rain as it beats
on the windows and in the streets
it swirls and falls
it murmurs and calls
listen to the rain as it beats
to walk alone was not afraid
but when the werewolf bared his teeth
upon the lonely blasted heath
she wished at home she had stayed
a genial gourmand named gight
ate oysters all day and night
he got overheated
and remained seated
when it was time to fuss and fight
a temperance lady named june
busted up the local saloon
with her mighty truncheon
she destroyed the free luncheon
and the drunkards warm cocoon
a nasty little boy named burke
was considered by his fellows a jerk
instead of worshipping football players
he spent his days sending fervid prayers
to satan -which didn't work
listen to the rain as it beats
on the windows and in the streets
it swirls and falls
it murmurs and calls
listen to the rain as it beats
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
green light/not really an american
she was one of those people you just like to be around.
she was one of the original five, or one of the original six. this fascinated me.
we were headed uptown to the airport. then she remembered frank or billy, he was like a father or a brother to her. we went back downtown to look for him.
we split up to look for him. i was walking along a construction site and these punks were laughing and coming toward me with plastic bags of blue paint. they were going to paint me blue. then there were only two of them and i got away.
we were going back uptown. she was driving. i thought, i'll never understand the traffic in this town. the light was red. three guys came up behind us on the sidewalk, the two on the outside holding up the one in the middle. he didn't look drunk, more like he was spastic or had serious problems. they were laughing about something - " that sounds like something you would hear at macdonalds". something about playing ball - i didn't get it because i'm not a real american. the guy on the outside turned into a fish/basketball and floated on his back in the gutter.
the light turned green. i started to know it was a dream. i woke up. i never saw her again. i never knew who she was.
she was one of the original five, or one of the original six. this fascinated me.
we were headed uptown to the airport. then she remembered frank or billy, he was like a father or a brother to her. we went back downtown to look for him.
we split up to look for him. i was walking along a construction site and these punks were laughing and coming toward me with plastic bags of blue paint. they were going to paint me blue. then there were only two of them and i got away.
we were going back uptown. she was driving. i thought, i'll never understand the traffic in this town. the light was red. three guys came up behind us on the sidewalk, the two on the outside holding up the one in the middle. he didn't look drunk, more like he was spastic or had serious problems. they were laughing about something - " that sounds like something you would hear at macdonalds". something about playing ball - i didn't get it because i'm not a real american. the guy on the outside turned into a fish/basketball and floated on his back in the gutter.
the light turned green. i started to know it was a dream. i woke up. i never saw her again. i never knew who she was.
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