I become soil and dust. |
My chest in my handMy heart behind the cruelty of a thousand sorrowsBricked between headstonesEtched with epitaphs and posey's that drip in lost ivyAnd pissed stained swillI spit on the ground that ho...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Sep 2009 07:52:00 GMT |
The head of the Thirty Three's |
The head of "The Thirty Three's" smokes tips off the streetsA black cloud sniffs a bloody breezeA stained pirate planked and drowned at seaHis bruised knuckles bloody and meanAs the pirate smiles his ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Sep 2009 07:46:00 GMT |
A posey on a whim about a boy that is forever a boy |
Many a tale a boy will tell,Apon this here wishing well:A coin within his hopeful hand,Alas the boy in time becomes a manNo whimsy in his ageing hand:Alone beneath a shady tree,A boy forever a man wil...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Sep 2009 08:11:00 GMT |
Olay, the devil doth dance |
I can't deliver was Wednesdays wordsA fair delivery from Wordsworth Talkative angels play with my kneesHuman anthologys coax sniggering and bonesWhy you may think is Jesus not in you?Loook behind you ...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Aug 2009 01:12:00 GMT |
Don't stand on my new shoes |
The pillars of education stumble, like a unwanted stand up show I am molested by verbose, over acting noise mess!!Where is the majestic man who arrives at the postage stamp of freee thinking? Where ar...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Aug 2009 06:46:00 GMT |
To be truly alone at a train station by yourself |
It was an unfirmiliar Train StationThe heat was as unfirmiliar as where i sat. Thankfully i had a cheap bottle of wine my sunglasses and something to inhale onThe train was delayed for an houri was tr...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 12:23:00 GMT |
The Town that i never Knew |
The verbal assaults sound on the impure streets tonightEvery jab of hatred, chokes and gags the clotted airBridgetown bleeds an empty sigh from it's caramel lungsGordo and Gibby Auld, draw ever nearer...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 11:56:00 GMT |
Dinner jacket No 1 |
Dinner Jacket No 1I took my dinner jacket out for a meal last nightHe didn't order muchi guess he couldn't of had much of an appititeHe just sat there slumped in his chair looking like he had somethin...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 13:05:00 GMT |
A song for My Qtr of Gill |
i started out at JoesTwo halves and a moscow muleTen minutes past as a girl in a green dress smokes two cigarettesMighty Towns Gin House smelled like sewage pipes and whiskyI could only afford oneA w...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:27:00 GMT |
A bowl called Viet nam!!! |
Have you ever been to Viet Nam?I visit at least once a month.It is a bowl:Theres no people living there:Its just a name for a bowl;There have been many holders of Viet nam or Viet nam has been held by...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:36:00 GMT |
