Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, August 15, 2008

my house




catatonic cats fight with gin and tonic rats,
spiders in the playroom with supersonic bats,
pretty little flowers are growing up the wall,
scintillating sawblades are lighting up the hall,
prayerbooks in the bathroom soaking up the mess,
dingos in the kitchen thinking that they're blessed
pregnant predators are acting in the attic
wine is in the cellar, acting malolactic
iron on the front stoop waiting for the rain
pillars on the back porch thinking that they're stained
leaves up on the rooftop baking in the sun,
earthworms in earth below searching for a gun.

the woods

a tree is wood, 
trees are the woods,

whales are in the ocean,
birds are in the sky,

workers in the factory,
cars in the garage,

ivy chokes the house,
smoke chokes the chimney,

frogs take lives,
flies take hostages,

men make bridges,
bridges make spaces,

blossoms find bees, 
pollen finds blossoms,

otters slide through rocks,
beavers break big sticks,

women bury babies,
babies bury their toys.


kick it from the head

fecal faced catty in the french fried alley
leftover yogurt from the red ribbon rally
smeared on his face and matted in his fur
tastes good too only forty-five calories

bending over backwards to pick up his feet
spinning on a whirlybird, attacks with the teeth
fire flawed wrecking ball melting all my soda
square root round wok messing with the beat

tiny little ant legs, pounding on the door
momma's on the inside, sitting on the floor,
daddy's in the garden playing with the hose
i'm up in my box room, sweating with my prose

find alotta time, find alotta time, done,
find alotta time, find alotta time, one,
find alotta dimes, find alotta dimes, luck,
find alotta dimes, find alotta dimes, dumb,

ripped up speakers like week old homework,
corrugated rooftops like organic rope jerks,
find a little time and your money's in the bank,
find alotta time and your moneys got perks




Wednesday, July 30, 2008

tuesday touchdowns

tomorrow will be better,
like a diamond pattern sweater

keep looking out,
if your pop gotta lotta clout,

slide presentations,
from your own slack creations,

fuck the dash,
make off without alotta cash,

slip past armed guards,
wide-eyed holdin bad cards,

just don't get robbed,
by some fatass slob named rob,

control tower, so sour,
your own personal power hour,

five times a day,
lumpy like a piece of untouched clay