Woodlice |
Woodlice
Woodlice on wood make sense
but ive got one in my plastic sink
smiling at me
knowing i cant wash it down
because i'l feel bad
But it shouldn't be there,
i've asked him to leave
but he's clai...
Posted by From Py Come I on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 06:27:00 PST |
Plans for room domination |
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The trick is to play it stupid but cool
not like a jester nor the village fool.
Just vacant eyes and ...
Posted by From Py Come I on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 06:27:00 PST |
Paranoid Obsessive |
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its the times between that people remember as being good
the times between it all
the times of rows, and vow...
Posted by From Py Come I on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 06:26:00 PST |
Poems |
I've been
herded by shepards
through a twilight night....
Posted by From Py Come I on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:54:00 PST |
Poems |
When one ends a new one begins.
It doesn't matter if you fail,
a new one awaits.
All past deeds done,
past mistakes forgotten.
Buried by the hatchet that made them....
Posted by From Py Come I on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:52:00 PST |
Poems |
A stage of delights
available,
To a watching man.
Trees are felled for less
But hold on to the chainsaw
for there are points to dissect.
And people to watch...
Posted by From Py Come I on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:50:00 PST |
Poems |
I sit by the cellar door,
where i like to hide.
I sit by the cellar door,
where my imagination takes hold.
monsters, stairs, brown bears, smells
sights, trogalodytes.
All behind the cellar door.
Adven...
Posted by From Py Come I on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:48:00 PST |
Poems |
Rabbits telling times to write
rabbits telling the time to curious strangers
and rushing foxes sleeping till the night.
the rabbits have the clock's is how its done.
But rabbits are fast!...
Posted by From Py Come I on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:46:00 PST |
Poems |
The end has started
& the beginning is now.
Don your caps
for there is much wok to be done.
The sun doesn't spin, we do
& we have work to begin.
Pay no attention...until it has en...
Posted by From Py Come I on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:44:00 PST |
Poems |
I'm spinning....
...in many directions.
I'm spinning....
...without a destination.
I'm spinning...
..similar to everybody
but they only notice the di...
Posted by From Py Come I on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:42:00 PST |
