Lunch Time |
The boy who was a bombHe exploded in the kitchenAnd me, well I would like to thinkIn all of us there's a bit of him
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 11:31:00 GMT |
The Boy with Ten Fingers |
The boy with ten fingers, all of them toesLived upside down in the circus sideshowHe'd frown when he was happy, smile when sadWhich was whenever he thought of his good ol' dadHis father who had hands ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 11:30:00 GMT |
The Boy Who Was a Bomb |
They only ever called it "It"Found sitting cross-legged cigarette litIn a field of dry grassThe last thing any of them expected to seeFrom a boy of but six, soaking in gasoline Choking back on the sic...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 11:30:00 GMT |
The Boy in the Jar |
There once was a boy who was born in a jarThen given to a circus who had traveled so farJust to take him away One day from a mother he missedWho with the loss of her child found nothing but blissThere...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 11:29:00 GMT |
A penny a peep |
Life is a circus, so welcome to the sideshowA penny a peep, that's quite low as price goesCome take a gander at life's most misfortunateA penny a peep, and you'll wish you'd paid more for itShield you...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 11:28:00 GMT |
Recipe for Failure |
~To be read by mothers~Seven little boys circle seven little girlsChanting "Press your smile into mineForget where you were goingSit with us and play a game ofHide and seek and showingSit with us and ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 11:27:00 GMT |
PARKING FOR BLP! |
HEY FOOLS!!!!Okay seriously, parking guide for those of you coming to BLP's third show... use it... I'll see if I can get some preferred, inside info for parking and whatnot... come out to this people...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 23:23:00 GMT |
no title yet |
Peel back the eyelidsPluck out the eyesPlace them on the fingertips so they can see your liesYour insidesHeart pumping hate pumping anger outside Tied up in ribbons of blackish rebellion against all y...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 14:51:00 GMT |
1 Bd, Red Bth |
There are limbs on my wall Painting the light reflected red As the Drip drip &
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Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 21:54:00 GMT |
Rough draft |
I am not Jesus Christ.I'm not Jesus, becauseI Write poetry.I copy the words from my head to the pageIn an attempt to change others method of living.I give way to the strange emotion of caring for t...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 13:37:00 GMT |
