Within all my lackluster ability
so consume a crowd of onlookers,
I partake into the unknown field of dreams.
What do we know about dreams?
It has only lead me to thousand mile loneliness.
On the train tracks I had to decide
to live or to die.
I chose to live.
I hopped on to that train
and it was a mistake.
I am surrounded by others,
all of them strangers.
Potential friends? Maybe.
But I would not want to bother them.
In a sheer act of lunacy,
I pull the emergency break
causing the train to become frantic
and at last derail.
A social act of murder and therein lies
my demise.
I am not to be missed.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Glam Mansion
My gothic furniture, for it bestows
robust velvet upholstery.
From the Brazilian hardwood floors,
to the vaulted ceilings,
the Etruscans would be jealous.
Your own appeal could not afford
this grand piano.
Diamond dust sweeps across the expanse
of the floor.
Follow me into the kitchen…
Come try my curry sauce.
I will drip it out of my mouth.
Pyscho-cosmic chrome helmet,
ruby red adorned hips,
let us play with the new installment
of the motorcycle gang.
We are nearly more then eccentric.
robust velvet upholstery.
From the Brazilian hardwood floors,
to the vaulted ceilings,
the Etruscans would be jealous.
Your own appeal could not afford
this grand piano.
Diamond dust sweeps across the expanse
of the floor.
Follow me into the kitchen…
Come try my curry sauce.
I will drip it out of my mouth.
Pyscho-cosmic chrome helmet,
ruby red adorned hips,
let us play with the new installment
of the motorcycle gang.
We are nearly more then eccentric.
Glory Bell and Feathered Furnace
Jade glass eyeballs commodifies you a certificate of authentication.
That you truly are of cybernetic virtue.
You possess the hard drive mind.
Your intellect is powered by microchips
connecting wirelessly to databases of
extreme knowledge.
Please just know that you are meant to be human.
You are meant to be my friend.
If I was raised in Georgia and overcame my
white trash poverty,
I would let you benefit from my mouth.
Wearing fanciful dresses and partying about,
stay away from crocodiles - don't let them eat you out.
I have this marvelous feather hat in my closet,
it is meant for you.
It matches the color of your glass eyes.
That you truly are of cybernetic virtue.
You possess the hard drive mind.
Your intellect is powered by microchips
connecting wirelessly to databases of
extreme knowledge.
Please just know that you are meant to be human.
You are meant to be my friend.
If I was raised in Georgia and overcame my
white trash poverty,
I would let you benefit from my mouth.
Wearing fanciful dresses and partying about,
stay away from crocodiles - don't let them eat you out.
I have this marvelous feather hat in my closet,
it is meant for you.
It matches the color of your glass eyes.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Looking Back
The Harbinger of Ill Fated Discoveries: Please Feel Inclined to Disclose Yourself Of New Information (Full Title)
Based on a comment, maybe I should explain little more about the surrealness (if you will) of this poem. I would let speak for itself, but I love this poem a lot. Potatoes are an awesome versatile food. So I placed the humble potato on a pedestal, what if we had to worship such a food? Potatoes have been popular to peasants throughout history. At the end of a great catastrophe that rattled all of the world, we'd have to rely on this food to survive.
Based on a comment, maybe I should explain little more about the surrealness (if you will) of this poem. I would let speak for itself, but I love this poem a lot. Potatoes are an awesome versatile food. So I placed the humble potato on a pedestal, what if we had to worship such a food? Potatoes have been popular to peasants throughout history. At the end of a great catastrophe that rattled all of the world, we'd have to rely on this food to survive.
Hushed Sounds of Winter's Dead
The sun is blocked out due to abnormalities
of the chain reaction to the rise of a Queendom.
When mothers, daughters, sisters and their bff's
became heavy hearted from loosing countless battles
at the biannual berserker blowing tournaments
at the partially invisible ice skating rink,
the universe cracked open…
in other words, it became a hot mess.
Glowing boylders shaped like breasts,
thumping and constroodling misers and the czars,
humping, hips thrusting, half way to Mars.
My eyes counted the flying cars;
One, two hundred, and three thousand million!
His hair grew out in a flash, became dreads,
constricted his throat till he no longer was breathing.
My chaos is bending the time.
Remember when we used to be happy
sipping on coffee, sucking down sweets,
skipping class with our every heart beat?
And we are in love because we met.
I do not think my Gemini planets were in
alignment that night.
Yet, we got along and had fun.
Brand new barnyard chic is the latest trend in fashion.
Have you got a light?
My hair strands are wicks that need flames.
of the chain reaction to the rise of a Queendom.
When mothers, daughters, sisters and their bff's
became heavy hearted from loosing countless battles
at the biannual berserker blowing tournaments
at the partially invisible ice skating rink,
the universe cracked open…
in other words, it became a hot mess.
Glowing boylders shaped like breasts,
thumping and constroodling misers and the czars,
humping, hips thrusting, half way to Mars.
My eyes counted the flying cars;
One, two hundred, and three thousand million!
His hair grew out in a flash, became dreads,
constricted his throat till he no longer was breathing.
My chaos is bending the time.
Remember when we used to be happy
sipping on coffee, sucking down sweets,
skipping class with our every heart beat?
And we are in love because we met.
I do not think my Gemini planets were in
alignment that night.
Yet, we got along and had fun.
Brand new barnyard chic is the latest trend in fashion.
Have you got a light?
My hair strands are wicks that need flames.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Before I Sleep
I gathered what dust I could
and blew it off my chest.
My 32B sized breasts
are just hills
that flatten when
I do a backbend.
and blew it off my chest.
My 32B sized breasts
are just hills
that flatten when
I do a backbend.
Newest and Bluest
I am clinicaly inclined to be
a professional cynic.
At the procession of my choosing,
for I have chosen well,
to have a dose of peanut butter
from my Granddad's hands.
However, my confusion stems
from the protruding mushroom
under your drooping eyelid lance.
Do I pluck it and eat it?
If I do not, I go hungry.
How cannot you not see my
emaciated body?
I wear loose rags.
Are you encumbered to belittle me?
SO here I climb the chair.
Up at the rafters hangs
a tightly knotted rope.
If I am this depressed,
you would have saved me
by the bell.
We would have run away
to be with only us
and nature.
HAPPY 2014!
it is a new me.
sort of.
a professional cynic.
At the procession of my choosing,
for I have chosen well,
to have a dose of peanut butter
from my Granddad's hands.
However, my confusion stems
from the protruding mushroom
under your drooping eyelid lance.
Do I pluck it and eat it?
If I do not, I go hungry.
How cannot you not see my
emaciated body?
I wear loose rags.
Are you encumbered to belittle me?
SO here I climb the chair.
Up at the rafters hangs
a tightly knotted rope.
If I am this depressed,
you would have saved me
by the bell.
We would have run away
to be with only us
and nature.
HAPPY 2014!
it is a new me.
sort of.
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