|musik for lions and squares
can't hear the musik
through the trees,
the oodles, noodles; the cock caw
of Mother Dark
sparking Tuesday into Wednesday.
dial(ogue)ing number to home.
deliver us from evil...no, sorry, pizza.
deliver us some pizza.
i have seen yesterday in the restive hands of
an old lady; we think she is meaningful; she is.
hurts my heart, you know, all that cheese, bacon,
tomato...mmm, i tipped the driver.
20 cents. my pocket, owwww, it screams
[oh dee dab dee da, la]
s'pose that's what i get for being generic,
hidey hidey ho.
shouldn't shouldn't go
goggle eyez'd get angry spit out the spoon.
jimmy jones, bless his soul, us and them--
but him, he's still looking for a razor for the
forest on his face,
whispers, tinkles; musik.
melody streaming from the buzz of flowers,
bees circling the sun, river weeps on the piano's
porch. i dream this dream through the everglades, the circles on the stump, the rings, the oak and eucalypt. i seem to think, but not. caught in nature;
feel the knock on my door--
enters song, gaily strides in, shining a thousand faces...
and i am here, so deftly rapt. bent. And every breeze
is worth a kiss.
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funny in a interesting way
yeah, i know, thanks.
way to go, DeformedLion!
thanks fractalcore for the favourite.
Your dad pays good money...no, just kidding. or am i?
I am pretty tired of you shapeshifter...got be chivalrous at an abortion clinic or something.
all you ever bloody do is wank off with your teeth...its a discipline sure, but not conducive to good critique or, even, shit critique...just the stuff that comes out and you squint over trying to find your 'jesus' in the rot, the slag, the refuge.
your worse than a mormon. deal with that.
see what I mean?
He uses this place as his own personal chamber pot. When really, he just wants to be kool but doesn't know it yet.
so, shapeshifter, anything to say on the poem? Have you ever actually read a poem?
it's a little berzerk for me
a little OCDeformedLion,
but there are some cute dinglehoppers floating around here
that i did enjoy-
like the pizza bit and the forest on his face, and others.
I love this.
dinglehoppers is new one for me, thanks jen
and thankyou CrudeEcstasy.
holy beard of zeus! this is superb! man, you have smart neurons in your brain.
thanks for this.
Clever cutesy blather with moments of brilliance.