Miscellaneous Poems

"Lesbian"

There was once a lesbian

She wasn’t much a thespian

Though she work masks that insulted her intelligence

And acted in a manner that resembled an equestrian

Riding on a high horse

Until she had to di-vorce

From any line of questionin'

That the truest lies

Of all mankind

Lie inside the negligence



"Montana’s Prayer"


I pine I hate my life

Every time I’m reminded you exist

Is it fault of mine

That I’m shredding time to be blinded of your sitch?

Is it part of grind

That I’m heading hind just to see it widen as I stitch

A line to wedding tine while I’m minded as a glitch?

My insides are violent;

I have crying fits.

Over things

I’ve

been deprived since

I was but a fly in the pie, minced.

There’s no chance at drying dish, nor for simply trying shit.

You can just forget any kind of trip.

How was work?

Work was nice; I miss frying fish.

Any sign and quip cracks from the clash of a dying whip.

Any try to lift dies in their crying quit.

So get high, the hits are flying quick.

Or get by, it’s your pick inside the trying mist.




“Blank Slate”

Lessened salt falls on me

Calls on me, does the message oft



BANG! BANG! BANG!

Let me put my vestige off

In the storms was naked



There ain’t nothing round these parts

But woods,

Bugs,

Drugs,

Water

Homes, cones, love – gone

One done–sun strong


Noon Moon – lights off!

The sun’s drunk

one mumbles


Fortunate son – own whole – half rate


NEW SCAPE

BLANK SLATE



you get me baby you get me baby you

get me baby

you get me baby you get me



“Shirley”


From my seat,

I see a street.

I speak of reach

And they feed me treats.

I hate the home,

Escaped the zone

Just to hone

I hate the road.

All I have’s to make my own;

The craft’s a bone.

But the pressure cakes and breaks with the weight of a tome.

I don’t know if the bed that I lay in alone;

Is made out of cotton or made of my dome.

Gravely, it’s both.

A game rearranged to be rote

Whenever I seem to have gained the remote

I feel like a klutz

Maybe it’s rust

Perhaps I’m a stick in the mud cause I’m trying too much.

Surely I’m fucked.


“Feudal Zoo”


All it takes is labor!

We’ve giving you the hours!

We’re doing you a favor!

The groove in you’s a pacer;

Your mood is loose in ragers

We’re moving all the paper!