Free verse № 35287
a poet in the city
I heard God's wife
panting
beneath the winter
weeds.
But I couldn't see a thing.
And some Flower,
I could smell her I'm sure it was her
that exotic purple scent.
and a Lizard King eyeballed me as he waved
his arms erratically, trying to sort
out his multiple personality
disorder.
Further down,
A Cranky Gentleman mumbled something about
cigarettes and the moon
and the proper way to drown.
But nobody saw me,
So I walked on into the city.
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And I had my heart set on a dancing hut with chicken feet, but ostrich legs shall have to do.
BRING SPARE BRIEFS.
Or I'll just toss them and start over. I think I may start writing prose.
First of all get rid of anything that can not transend
For example Kindergarten Computers?
Too much yours and yours alone.
Anything that has the word 'of ' in it needs to be carefully scrutinized.
No ' of's ' if possible.
and also should be eliminated
"there's nothing to it" is a beautiful line
I repeat it to myself like a prayer
"Even on the news
I look for them
Feet up on boxes
I am paid to be opening
A click through 100 channels
Maybe
But I doubt it".
Write your prose. Give me your sugar.
but I'm not paid to be opening these boxes.
But still...
hrmmmm.
Golden waves in the Fall.
Dark sugar, thick and sticky
sweet like yesterday,
I just need to get laid.
That is all.
now lilacs and buddleia, those are some purple-smeeling flowers. thanks for the compliment.
ohh guess what i had for dinner tonight? that's right. bitch. The big BM with a tossed cock salad. scrumptious really
This is a real feelgood poem for the reader, an indulgence of humour and damn fine poetry. ( that gods wife gets about in tributes dont she)
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