‘Honesty’ doing its best impression
of being a pimp.
:: 04-07-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: April 2014
THE BEST FRIEND EVER[lasting]
DEATH.
That one friend which will never leave you
in good times or bad times — it will always
be there and will never forget you
And when you are having your shittiest day
and want to give up…well, it will embrace you!
:: 04-07-2014 ::
SKIN SCRUBS
MY vat of bubble pain
submerged Pisces soap
and a razor sharp rope
too dull to do the job
My faucet [ran] dry of hope
:: 04-07-2014 ::
I SMELLED
I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in
:: 04-07-2014 ::
A BEAUTIFUL MUSICAL
IF you really want to piss them off
turn your horror story
into a musical
:: 04-04-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 049
Come base-note
feet pondering
ebony-ivory keys
lyrical phrase —
lift my heart-clef
poised before measure
n’ver a common time
that life consumes
the chambers
of my music hall
bring to me my songs
each moment — symphony
the notes fall
but never shatter
only scatter about
:: 04-06-2014 ::
PURPLE CABBAGE
born a rebel he screamed
his first words to the doctor:
this is a mistake make it go away!
so he was born with a mind
and took it everywhere he traveled
packing it in a grocery bag next
to his red-tagged soul
and the purple cabbage
Go away! Go away! You’re insane!
leaving home he took his womb
a shrived skin of plastic and a spoon
to feed the lawn animals and milk tooth
the priests exercised their will in him
tried to break the spirit and the spell
but their hands were too fast — Mother
she cried and the statues bled
this is all a mistake
make it all go away
Go away! Go away! Just go away!
:: 04-05-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 047
we born of riches
all of us
aristocrat — even beggared
the mighty and the frail-small
a vault of bars in gold
earmarked for life’s events
swiftly/quaintly we spend
some to squander
into the wind —
the wise, thrifty
for the long road
:: 04-05-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 039
I lay bare
my soul
to eternity —
to see my clay
form —
from celestial
breath have I come
I now lay bare
a fall from grace —
In human form
:: 04-06-2014
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