A "Happy" Poem |
My grandfather once told me,"Son, the truth will set you free."The old man said a lot of things,All of them true, within reason.But, God-What a path to walk,Especially when the truth can have so manyR...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 21:48:00 GMT |
I'm sorry you're mom is fat, but it's good ammunition. |
I saw your mother yesterday
Smashed into the driver's seat of a Volkswagon.
It's not that I was looking for her,
Or you,
But how could I miss her
Corpulent
Grease-stained glory,
Eyes gleaming with
Pom...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 16:56:00 GMT |
Barista At Starbucks |
She stares over the counter
Over worked
Over register
Over inches
And askes me
"How are you doing today?"
Sun shades jut from wrinkled
T-shirt Collar
"Just peachy," I reply to myself.
Then the inquisi...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 16:53:00 GMT |
Masturbatory |
Absent-minded stares- The domesticated livestock herd of Illiterate Elitists, Coupled with metallic-grind Cacophony of Imagery on metaphor. Distressed, Though, At behest, Sycophantic clapping Sta...
Posted by on Sun, 21 May 2006 21:27:00 GMT |
Riposte |
Try For but a second to Concieve Such pain I've reckoned By this form, With your decorum I waft towards every call Or beckon Likened to a gliding moth Kamikaze Towards the flame Transcend the fear Ac...
Posted by on Sat, 20 May 2006 20:43:00 GMT |
Sentient Perdition |
May 7, 2006 11:52 PM One day, this form will fade From hearts, of those with hurts Half-spoken. Split lips and the callous souls Of world-weary eyes Are friends now. E...
Posted by on Sun, 07 May 2006 23:57:00 GMT |
Edgar Was In The Ballpark |
I sought a simple sanctuary, Solace from the dank abyss Centralized within this shell. For how long, only time can tell. This hell, though seeming fleeting In my s...
Posted by on Sat, 06 May 2006 17:41:00 GMT |
Strumpet |
Blistering regurgitantSprayed forth from thisMind's Eye.Another lie,Or gut-wrenched truthDisguisedAmong the cluttered youth.Is it uncooth?These splayed legs and insultsFired wantonly,Half-cocked,Thoug...
Posted by on Tue, 02 May 2006 00:27:00 GMT |
And He Rode A Pale Horse |
From drowning schisms of my heart I dredge this feeling Sunk beneath the waves My sorrow caves Disintegrating last measures of Resolve Forget my pall T...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 03:50:00 GMT |
Rant II |
From the abomindable recesses of my mind and the white-hot fury of my fingers licking the keys of my synthetic typing hardware, I have come before you on this day to pollute your already skewed...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Mar 2006 18:59:00 GMT |
