cork n’ pork |
There was an old duke of CorkWho had ten thousand pensBut one nightThe old duke had a frightSomeone replaced his pens with pork.
"This is war!" Vowed the old dukeAs he bleated out his battle hornIt wo...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 03:07:00 GMT |
Carried away |
Severed
from the grasp of reality,
I'll find myself swimming in society..
dead weight, in a sea of faces,
people who would rather die,
than swim upshore,
One day I'll wake,
my fingers will move again...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 02:54:00 GMT |
With/Without Me |
This probably sounds like thinly disguised complaint and maybe is I have complained before of lesser things No matter, it has to do with moments what they mean if they exist at all outside of speculat...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 18:26:00 GMT |
RAPt. |
He smoked, that is to say a cigarette And yet, he was smoky still Black hair swept aside A look that advertised with accuracy no admittance Tresspassers will be violated Writing, other tables crowded ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 13:51:00 GMT |
Not Nostalgia |
This is not nostalgia but I used to love the broken man and yesterday I passed him by on my way to business on my way to something that wouldn't wait In a hurry, I know you understand and there was no...
Posted by on Sat, 05 May 2007 15:43:00 GMT |
Nites that breed in this city. |
Nightfall hits over the urban gallows
Feeling the asphyxiation of disposability
As the deepness of the laureate dies
In a world that's so shamelessly shallow.
Ghost orchids and hearts hang on silk rop...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 18:54:00 GMT |
Amen i say, AMEN! |
starry-eyed Messiahs are preachingkiss the crossand save a friend ....... repentfor your multitude of sins
in the heat of a city streetsomeone is praying ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 01:50:00 GMT |
Pop idol gerbil<''><''> |
Calling the pipers of yesterday
Enter the darkness in single fileCircled by blazing rainbow saucersStrutting, yet marooned on a contiguous fantasy isleClearest visions of sultry minkInstigate a pineap...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 01:36:00 GMT |
If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit on the Midget's Lap |
"Beep-beep.BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOANYou'll find a banker at Bankers Trust"Advertisement in N.Y. TimesWhen comes my second childhood,As to all men it must,I want to be a bankerLike the banker at Ba...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 17:15:00 GMT |
Margarine |
I can think of nothing.
Time turns its hand upside down
so the ant marching in circles can continue.
What is it like to fantasize?
To be gloriously blank in my deception?
Do you see me smiling?
Befor...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 13:52:00 GMT |
