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!