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Politics is a religion
Unless you play, stop your bitchin'
There's not one who cares if you don't
So it matters not if you won't
But there's nothing that we'd rather see
Than someone windward taking a pee
The thing I fear most is the fear;
the struggle to hide from the tears.
The body of me
I'd thank you not see,
for at heart I am quite in arrears.
black gold onus alumnus haze cloud
the covetous heart mop red saccharin
germing briny briquette shroud
i was her her where rivers swim, in lizards
dewclaw frigid gathers fluid clod
silhouettes log home walked solitary
correspondents abjure rayfields faux pas
courtyard and sunset exasperation
fox pass aboys bewilderment hyssop tranche
of dead dreams.........
passerbys evanescent tribute pharmabotanovet
my phone is your grandmother
and the concubine entrailed blight rustle
November gray
drizzles and drips
a thick pithy gloom.
early nightfall
slaps a chill
across a face of stone.
drug fed sleep
hovers in wait
over shiver-shackled bones,
as brooding eyes,
drenched in dread,
curse the scourging onslaught of
WINTER
Landmarks of generation lost
Nuclear fire de-animated
Sand casing city in glass frost
The bombs done decimating
In ashes it sleeps
As the lone wanderer stirs
Sifting debris with his duster
Hanging low raking the earth
Waiting for renewal
How has history taken this turn?
How did the leaders let the innocent burn?
Contemplation lost in thought
The farther he walks
Copper Head…
Copper head in a classroom of dummies,
mother forgot to pack the yummie’s.
Shit! I’ll have some fun,
when I shows them my gun.
And the bullets empty their tummy’s.
Outside he meets the maths teacher,
bullets don't take long to reach her.
All those kids hid in the stores,
but my bullets take out the doors.
Here comes the soon to be dead preacher.
I'm not a number
I'm a fool man
in a cell
a divisive construction
my eyes were peeled
cursed and bared
perverse to have cared
I may stumble blindly
to the food hole
but I can see alright
don't you think I cant see
Running dark against the grey
the linen of her trench
as dark as the mourners
along the graves
the oil of the old miners lamps
worn dull by the rains
Mouth set..heart brave
Eyes the color of the stones
in the glacial lake
mute soft the pupil
large like a lame
knib bleeding india
ink
a blue green
against the tiger
shade
of the long hair
from her crown
her tall head
Violets Lipstick Rose
I met a young GI in a bar
why do they hate us so far?
I held back no hate
he gagged on my bait
the whole world is your weeping scar.
I could be torn apart by a wild boar
or dissected by a jealous whore
but cancer will not get a chance
I will not play that sickly dance
A gun will splatter the deadly gore.
My entire life is full of strife
the violence is unbearably rife
the scent of the blood
has become a flood
more than a gun or a knife.
1.
You can tear my clothes, if you wish
Rape me too that’s what you like to fish
But play safe use a bloody condom
Don’t go about fucking at random
Our concoction will make a relishing dish
2.
She looked at me in broad day light
With eyes as wide open as a kite
She smelled the odour I issued
Then wanted me to be sued
Did she know might is right?