Poem Body
a rhythm succeeds
mutiny
taxing monotony
action towards
a sustenance of
fortune
Try to remember
comfort
finding none in a solitary
room
an animal pushing the
bar to an empty slot
mouth dry Pavlov response
loved the push on my
squealing wheel existance
beast of burden
hungering for the carrot
guilty when I feasted on
its sun dried ideal
angry for the chaffing
and missing the idle
lash
I dreamt muses
with intoxicating
fury
dissapointed in
flesh and blood
with mortal emotion
mood and flight
Soaring with obsessions
want suffused with
drink and drug
spinning from the
sky determined to
die
but awakening
the blithe state
of catatonic
Lah-Lah Land..
I was still in Lah-Lah Land
Comments
it softens the edge of the sabre
makes it the worthless tool of remores
makes reasoning and humble hands
more inviting to work for...with..
been a tough road....
the easier come along
but i would have been a fool
too become a tool
saigon..im still in saigon
his daughter makes great
movies
an era
of discovery
and brutalism
of surreal context
thank U
for those run out of here
they are going to remember whom they love and whom they hate..
cause it is an arena
an arena of passion..intrigue
Who do I love
a rather ordinary young woman
with large ears......
with lanky blonde hair
more then plain jane...
why would U say I choose her
then some more of the luster
spinners ripe with pro creating
cause....no one would look twice
at her....no security guard get
a boner..no front staff female
lesbo get the itch...she could
be dismissed...free to roam.
isnt that what they call the
computer viruses....
already got me mates who pull
shit for me...file it up....
u read this..but in the end
i say..i was right..
intuition in the end
only just tanks up
the paperwork
he has subscriptions to
local paper
drinks his coffee at corner
coffee shop...
or she goes to gym works
out three hours but we
got photos of her eating
ice cream at such and such
shoppe...
splendid.....lee boring..
sewing circles get run out
what..not good enough
people who want to believe
in what they want
get run out..by..
the rule that says
religion not allowed
am i missing something
I love jesus..opps you will
be run out of neopoet
i love god...oh YOU will
be run out of neopoet
okay..
fuck the obvious.
we really dont really know
the faiths of those that profess
faith here
a tee hee here....cause my stasi
was busy
Well I love a plain jayne
simple...
so simple..its beyond
her to love me
which is why i like it
less drama
neo poet..love it but
if it crashes i got two
other sites i got just
as much writing on
..
been great fun..
Mr W