Peyote Song |
Peyote SongWhen I look for a Lophophora WilliamsiiI look around 'til one of them says "Here I am, see I"That gives away the rest of them that are really rather shyBut I'm not gonna hurt them, 'cause I...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Jul 2009 10:57:00 GMT |
The Grateful Dead |
A Poem for the Grateful DeadThe Grateful Dead I do not care forSo you might ask me what I'm there forStanding there amongst the crowdOf Dead-heads boisterous and loudIt's not really where I want to be...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Jul 2009 10:52:00 GMT |
Poem for a Former Friend |
Poem for a Former Friend
I dont know why I thought that we
Had
much in common, you and me.
But
now I see that you are not
That
much unlike the other rot.
Our
visit last was quit t...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:32:00 GMT |
A wife's Discovery |
A Wifes Discovery
His
wife discovered hed bought a revolver.
A
private affair, he did not involve her.
Some
plan, she guessed, had gone astray,
When
she discovered it there where it ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:29:00 GMT |
A Day Like Today |
A Day Like Today
It
wasnt an average day on the job.
There
were flames and explosions, and tear-gas was lobbed,
Cops
hitting folks in the head with batons.
Not
my concern, so I just l...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:23:00 GMT |
For the Birds |
For the BirdsIn pentameter iambicIn my sweater most IcelandicReading you my latest verseYour review was rather terseStruggled I to choose these wordsYou just said they were "for the birds"I wonder why...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:16:00 GMT |
A Strange Scene |
A Strange SceneBlack rats with golden crossesPossums cross before the horsesRats then turned to follow slowBut the dogs won't let them goThe rats they shrieked with cries of horrorAs the possums turne...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:11:00 GMT |
I love Cats |
I love CatsI love cats, you know it's trueI do not care that much for youUnless your fur is soft as silkAnd you're the type to lap up milkI've little time for other kindSo leave me be with my feline
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:08:00 GMT |
On Writing Poetry |
On writing PoetryOnce in a while,now and againSome words will flow from out my penCall me silly, call me dumbBut I don't know where they're coming fromPerhaps somewhere inside my brainSomeone has open...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:01:00 GMT |
We've Deleted All your Poems |
We've Deleted All Your PoemsWe've deleted all your poemsBut by now most of us know 'emYou wrote of things that you had sex withAnd the ones you shared your -ex withWe thought them sick, twisted and re...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 09:55:00 GMT |
