This is the end of gnarly bikes
And gravely sand between your toes
kick the ball of yarn into the street
Burp up the poisons in your gut
with the truth of the kingdom's tone
and the glory of ancient rome
and she waited to hear the words that she longed for
"Please mail my potato first class."
And bring me a bird in a glass
The fetishists fled from the halls
Amidst the terror of the wailing
life-long learning
yes, the toads covered it thick
the marshy waters by the house
are teemed with spirits stale
the pineapple can expired last April fools day
but,O - the dismaying shelf -life of the mischief of these fools!
so many wings falling bodiless below
the bodies left at the door
began to spray their spoor
Out from political tongues rotted from lies
came rifle butts and sand flee trinkets of modern war joy
heaping piles of joy upon joy, oh my fridge
my beloved Sears appliance
I chase my untamed dreams down the road to nowhere,
But still they escape my grasp.
I paint green nail polish upon my ballpoint pens,
And watch it being infested with envy and then explode.
(As the horny astrologer says,"I want to be around to pick up the
Pisces.")
Original Triscuits with marble chedder cheese slices
So the sound-dogs whisper my life is worhtless; love none, for noe
shall love thee
Howl at the moon, but chomp the bad spellers
hey crippled you, your dreams can't come true!
and disillussion is a killer, you do know what I mean.
but to live with illusion is to walk in a dream
my blue lava lamp
was covered in twine
I hope they don't break it
But who? Who would dare break something like that?
You told your friends i was a prick, i told them you had a weak dick
By the blush on you, they knew it was true, and you left the scene
awful quick
my balls hurt like smurfs
my balls hurt like smurfs
my balls hurt like smurfs
then the camel took a dump on the lonely old lady
bump bump bump
Was that My frog jumping across the floor?
No, that was your fucking reflection, you Dumb-fuck!
And then you wonder why Life sucks-
Stop playing with it before you make it worse.
you need to grow up, not keep throwing up
eRp?
So, like, Bobby, like, called and I was like, "Like Wow!". Like, you
know?
hello my name is jack
BeNimble
the way you look when you hold my hand
funny feeling in purgatory. early yellow willows of spring.
the blossoms bloom most beautifically
wilting while the sun goes down
blowing up at sunset in a
prismatic thunderment of solar torrents
radiation is your friend
where else would we get purple cows?
Shall we drown in our last "here and nows"?
Yeah, and let's stop rhyming, you sows
change my mind from blue to orange
change my mind from blue to orange
without an online permission form
I was unable to receive my porn
or as the Finnish say, 'helppo nkki.'
A drowning boy is hanging on the edge of sunshine banging
His hands are burning as his helium head is burning
What the fuck are you people trying to say
Is this what the hell y'all call poetry?
why say anything in particular
reality in the middle
Shemale Sluts fuck my ass
Shemale Sluts fuck my ass
the loony bird flew overhead.
Just when the next fish came along
I rudely thought :"let me take off your thong."
The iguana man said we should listen to her guitar more closely.
unless the yello dog barks, beware of the chrysanthemums!
be careful when calculating kilowatts on the science quiz --51%
Sometimes rearranging the cells of your mind isn't good enough
Consumption of thought aids the combustion of mind, allowing mental
inlets to drain into the vast sea of hysteria.
"I brake for hallucinations"
Broken biscuits! Brocken Biscuits!
i am beautiful
but you have the brains
what radical kite battle above
is it sameness or curiosity that makes a connection?
for what is connection but trust or recognition?
And then the start of my own ignition.
And then the start of my own ignition.
ignition ignition ignition ignition, flame
sonic.flash.SCREAM!
Tears like rain and blood like rivers flowed.
While underneath the table, nothing showed.
Not even the dark stains on the back of wind.
The wind of change, that is.
ylmaz
fogey cry
mercy is a gentle liar
and I do not lie
I prefer to fry
gonna get so drunk i want to die
perhaps wade through the feces of 100 dogs, then go pet the kittens,
or eat some of my pogs
(frozen to(a cocktail, watered down, chilled by frozen tongues)
sports poems
and never ever we dread to tread
For if we should do so, we might be struck dead.
And death's sensuous caress sizzles my skin with lecherous bacteria.
And death's sensuous caress sizzles my skin with lecherous bacteria.
of altitude and depth of spirit remaining under lock and key
the endings here are tangible only just beyond reprieve
you are more than skin more than bone.
Mysterious unearthing of soft pain creates birth
bearing the intellect, and holding it while it cries
a solid lizards lopes lazily against the sea
waiting for a moment, detatched, its sexuality free.
Teva sandles
so the grass divided, the snake retreated, and I was safe once more.
may I please,
may I please,
Morality, most put it aside when inconvenient like a sweater on a hot day