ALIBIES AND ALIASES
THIS IS A POEM
A STAR LOST LOVER
THIS IS A POEM
DID YOU SNOW THAT BE4
THIS IS A POEM
SO - SIGH A TEA
THIS IS A POEM
like j.d.s.
this is a poem
PEOPLE SEEM TO BE MISTAKING ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE
this is a poem
ILLICIT ILLNESS
IT IS A POEM
BACKBIRD BYE BYE
IT'S A POEM
Ekphrastic afternoon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ekphrasis http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5918
at the altar
what do we bring to sacrifice, to the altar of our fears will the fear, itself, suffice to wipe away these grieving tears here, a satchel i take in stride through the machine, my will to cede and here, too, a bag of my pride that it turns ou
botany
I once knew two sisters aptly named Flora and Fauna I coulda loved them both for sure I was a goner Flora was a flowery lass pretty Fauna was easy to envy both sisters planted kisses on cheeks so warm and friendly Fauna could change chrom
champaign and pain
this is dedicated to my pet ferret chaos
I WISH I DIDN'T HOWEVER I DO
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
HEAVEN'S HOARDS
BECAUSE TOMORROW IS SUNDAY BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S SILENT OR NOISY
A SILENT SUNDAY LED TO A MERRY MONDAY
i wrote this poem because Elvis actually GOT SHOT DEAD at the end of "LOVE ME TENDER"
THERE AIN'T NO SCO NO MO
I LIKE TO DANCE HORIZONTALLY
CAVIAT EMPTY
SHOOTING DOPE WAS DYNAMITE....SCORING IT BACK IN '65 WAS THE PROBLEM FOR A YOUNG WHITE BOY
I WILL not I CANNOT
POOR LITTLE INNOCENT KIDS, AND THEY SMILE MORE OFTEN THAN DO I
all TOO soon I'll forget YOUR NAME
because i don't know what happened to her maybe some of you do but last i heard is we were working sort of together and it was working out...sister and brother...now i'm an only child again
feet FIRST deAD FREd
because half my life is urban legend, the other half a lie
nostradamus tea party
the guy has really a manner of jewish humor...
R e T u R n TO tender
RETURN TO TENDER I wrote my lover a letter saying I wish you were here I’m as lonely as a dove whose mate just died In that letter I made my need for her amply clear And I would let her know when all my tears finally have dried Being alone l
an uNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
REMEMBER THE HOKEY-POKEY....WASN' THAT YOU PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT IN THEN YOU PUT YOUR FOOT IN YOUR MOUTH
I THOUGHT I HEARD THE word THIRD
I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WENT, SHE JUST UP AND DISAPPEARED
PYSICALLY aged BUT spirtualLY YOUTHful
i was listening to some JAZZ, E....VEN THOUGH MY FRIENDS DON'T DIG IT
born BLIND to THE uni-CURSE
number 1
YO J! THIS AIN'T A "J" POEM
since i'm only 2178 this isn't isn't half the poem whomever the number one poet is...imagine the aura that must surround him
D.N.R. EVER EVEN IF YOU THINK I CAN LIVE please!
I NEED HER LIKE A WALTZ NEEDS MUSIC, PAINT FOR A PORTRAIT AND A CLOWN NEEDS MAKE-UP I PROMISED MY SON NOT AGAIN, BUT THIS ONE WOULD BE ONLY THREE YEARS OLDER THAN HIM....HE, HIS WIFE AND MY WHOMEVER COULD ALL LISTEN TO "SLIGHTLY STOOPID" WHILE I LISEN TO SAMMY DAVIS JR. PARTICULARLY "MR. BOJANGLES
this is un-important compared TO GROWING DAISIES
NOW I CAN WATCH SAMMY DAVIS JR. DO "MR. BO JANGLES" AND MAKE ME CURSE THE CONCEPT OF DEATH
youtube "LET THEM BE LITTLE" by anyone
i told her to tint those windows!
H E R S
CHAPTER FIVE VS. V1 & V11 ACCORDING TO THE GOSPEL OF free cee!
A street IN A burg CALLED the blues BABY
SOME YOUNG DUDE IN THE HOOD WHERE I HANG AND HOLLAR AT MY HOMIES MADE THIS INTO A RAP SONG.....MUSIC AND ALL.....EVERYONE WHO HAD A HAND IN MAKING THAT DEMO REALLY LIKED, BUT WE WERE THE ONLY ONES
B O R N B L I N D T O T H E U N I C U RSE
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO "MALTINE" WASN'T THAT THE LITTLE OBJECT KID SAID STUPH IN?
i hope JAMES DEAN didn't come back as a snail
WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF A PERSON ALMOST DYING IS IN AN AMBULANE AND THE AMBULANCE DRIVER HAD A HEART ATTACK? AND TO NUMBER ONE, SEE, YOU NEED A GOOD SUBJECT MATTER, NOT JUST WORDS STRUNG TOGETHER IMPROPERLY AND FOR NIL!
DOES N E 1 HAVE THAT STUPH FOR DRY EYES?
SO ANYWAY, THIS MIDGET WALKS INTOA BAR WITH A PRIEST AND A NUN...WELL AFTER I WHILE THE NUN.....AH, NEVER MIND, YOU PROBABLY DON'T CARE
i do not see this posted to the second power
i ain't got time.....the b*tch who owns the Lexus and is treating me to a steak dinner is honking like crazy byyyyeeeee!
I DO NOT SEE THIS UNDER "VIEW MY POEMS"
I HOPE THAT ANGEL USES SOMETHING FOR THE DISH DETERGENT THAT WILL MAKE HER HANDS FEEL ANGELICALLY SOFT..OH WAIT..THEY ALREADY ARE
i only know if i wasn't the author i would read it
DO YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT WE HAD A FATHER AND SON PRESIDENTS WHO USED THE WORD "NUCULAR" TWO PREIDENSTS THEIR ADVISORS MUST HAVE BEEN AFRAID TO TELL 'EM AIN'T NO SUCH WORD, LOOK IT UP, IT IS ONLY nuclear AND A THIRD OF THIS ROOM PROBABLY VOTED REPUBLICAN, OH, I CALL THEM REPUBLICANT'S AND DEMOCRAPS MY ONLY PARTY IS WHEN WE'RE PASSING AROUND A SPLIFF AND WHEN I FIND ONE THAT WILL LEGALIZE STUPH I LIKE
breakfast AIN'T eggs BENEDICT THAT'S FOR SURE
THEY SERVED CALVES LIVER AT LEAST TWO TIMES A WEEK AND IT WAS RIGHT NEAR WHERE TIMOTHY LEARY WAS STAYING FOR THE SUMMER UP-STATE N.Y.
T H E H E A V E N T I E S
EVERYTHING BUT SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER, I GAVE THAT TO BETTY BRAZIL