the Sun falls now
and her pearls
of light
wait and hope
for just a glimpse
of her lost love
the Moon that rises
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Swifter
A panic driven need to feel the cloth
to dust away the grimy corners
places no one else can clean
so happy with your choices
why use it neatly ?
you can use that moist towelette
again and again
to dust away the grimy corners
places no one else can clean
so happy with your choices
why use it neatly ?
you can use that moist towelette
again and again
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
For you
...and thereby my worries fell
into the wake of time
they tumbled into the waves
goodbye was all that they could say
and I awoken to feel alive
once again to feel the spray
salty earth washed over my face
as the bow cut through the waves
and I saw the sun awake
bellied up and made my stake
to the table where I would take
and break apart the bread of life
into the wake of time
they tumbled into the waves
goodbye was all that they could say
and I awoken to feel alive
once again to feel the spray
salty earth washed over my face
as the bow cut through the waves
and I saw the sun awake
bellied up and made my stake
to the table where I would take
and break apart the bread of life
Monday, June 17, 2013
Jesus H
I saw a picture of Jesus in the man down the road
in one hand a rifle loaded for bear
in the other a paycheck kissed by despair
I saw a picture of Jesus in the chick down the road
in one hand a bucket with bills and coins
in the other her heart aching for gold
I saw a picture of Jesus in the bum down the road
In his lap was a dog with pleading eyes
In his hands were nothing but a screaming sign.
I got my picture of Jesus at Walmart today
I can't wait to hang it with Warhol and all
but for now my hands are too filled with rage
in one hand a rifle loaded for bear
in the other a paycheck kissed by despair
I saw a picture of Jesus in the chick down the road
in one hand a bucket with bills and coins
in the other her heart aching for gold
I saw a picture of Jesus in the bum down the road
In his lap was a dog with pleading eyes
In his hands were nothing but a screaming sign.
I got my picture of Jesus at Walmart today
I can't wait to hang it with Warhol and all
but for now my hands are too filled with rage
Friday, June 14, 2013
The wheels on the bus go round and round
You sexy red beast
on your corner of salvation
...waiting
Soon that dogged bus
takes you to yonder corners
...waiting again
A full circle
for your round trip ticket
that corners you in
on your corner of salvation
...waiting
Soon that dogged bus
takes you to yonder corners
...waiting again
A full circle
for your round trip ticket
that corners you in
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