AL DI LA MY LOVE
I TOLD JUDY NOT TO GO IN THE CAR WITH GENE ON ACID, BUT SHE WENT...AND MY LOVER RETURNED IN PIECES
just ABE solomon AND you
well, i always do things only half correct so i'll probably die of semi-colon cancer
read it and see the title it doesn't fit
what do you call a thousand lawyers chained at the bottom of the ocean? A GOOD START
A M A T T E R O F G R A V I T Y
i guess the dude didn't dig himself
MeEt tHe stReEt
it's tough living on the street when you're 18 and stealing slim jims jim's for dinner and a peach for breakfast. Lunch was indeterminate
theysay
they say we'll come to our end one day they say we just won't matter they say we'll become our own prey with thoughts as mad as a hatter they say we'll run out of water they say we'll run out of food they say we'll kill or be slaughtered the
casing affections
whether in deep of dark whether brightest of noonday there's always eyes askance casing out the come-what-may checking angles broadly obtuse to meaning of some stances and other sideways glances seeing what they can deduce dressed in blac
forgive
for give, for giving the whole world seems forgiven for living these ends to extremes for give me mine indiscretions that seemed so benign i nearly fell flat forgive me my will that hard hit the wall hardened me until i forgot to recal
Enlightened
A few weeks ago, I had a epiphany. Someone or something turned off the dark, and brought my life back into the light. This is my story in a poem.
SHE'S STILL HONKING
I CAN'T I'VE KEPT THAT LADY WAITING BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW ONE JOINT TURNS INTO TWO, AND THREE
does anyone know a good recipe for aardvark?
because i caught this here aardvark and it must be good fer sumptin'
have you ever seen two slugs coppulate?
because no one else but me knows what losing a lover is like, and only me
THE THIRD world weeps FIRST
BECAUSE THOSE PEOPLE NEED A HUG
if u cross a canteloupe and a collie dog u get a
i can't tell you right now....a rich lady with blinders on is outside honking me to come down...i'll tell you some other time
the pres, the pope and a dope
SAVIOR YEAH MY SAVIOR COMES IN GLASSINE ENVELOPES FOR TEN BUX A POP ON MARTIN LUTHER KING BLVD...THAT'S NO INSULT...EVEN THE GENIUS CHRIS ROCK SAID "IF YOU GET TO A NEW HOOD AND DON'T NO NOWHERE TO COP CRACK JUST GO TO THE NEAREST MARTIN LUTER KING BLVD.s IN EVERY CITY, TOWN OR PLANET
hey doc, your daughter makes MINE LIKE a rock
this poem was written by a 63 year old man who have buried seven pshychiatrists who provided me with what i needed to reach 63,if i was careful
finish my poem
That's as far as I got
THIS MUSIC IS SO LOUD, DID YOU SAY SHE'S RICH?
THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT i'm not kidding, the ghost of Lawrece Welk compelled me to write this so i did...i do everything larry tells me to do
DID will, BILL, and GILL get THERE pill?
because a ferocious looking black dog i heard in my head kept demanding "go write poem, go write home, oh, and the dog's nme was SAM and i hear tell, he had a son named Sam
I TAUGHT JAMES DEAN HOW TO BE COOL
YEAH, I MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE AND JAMES DEAN WRITES ME TO REQUEST THAT I TEACH HIM HOW TO BE COOL. HEY, I'M SO COOL HOW COULD I SAY NO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UN-COOL
MEETNG THE DUDE WOULD BE A GAS, MAN!
come to think of it, when i left my wife after 26 arduous years i would have gone to prison but instead Denise rescued me WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE
i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM!!!!
FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS
i use 120,045 profane VERBAGE, now will u read me?
ALL RIGHT...I LIED ABOUT THE PROFANITY, I'LL WORRY ABOUT MY MORALITY AND YOU WORRY ABOUT YOUR VANITY (NOT THE ONE IN THE REST ROOM)
COULD FLIPPER HAVE BEEN JACK THE RIPPER?
I JUST WANT HER TO SAVE SPARE CHANGE IN A COFFEE CAN SO WHEN I NEED BAIL IT WILL BE THERE, THAT'S ALLS I'M SAYIN'
MODIFYING an ADJECTIVE, OR OBJECTIVE
THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE WORD ABOUT, I MEAN IF YOU SAY IT FAST 3,287 TIMES IT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT
i know this KIND, not the KIND KIND
I WAS MOVED TO WRITE THIS POEM IN HONOR OF HONORABLE MEN, AS FOR ME I AM ONLY VENERABLE (WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS) ~free!~
tall PHAWL DOWN
I WAS THINKING ABOUT A TOY, A LOT OF YOU MUST REMEMBER THE ERECTOR SET, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT MY HELICOPTER LOOKED MORE LIKE A PRAYING MANTIS. BUT AS IRONY WOULD HAVE IT I NOW DRIVE A SAKORSKY 142 FOR THE CONNECTICUT HIGHWAY PATROL....NO, I'M ONLY KIDDING, I JUST PLAY ONE ON T.V. ~free cee!~
someTHing abOUt rOyAlty or SOmeTHing
because i was sitting under a weepig willow with my willowy woman next to me and we heard doves who knew she and i were in love and then one of them crapped on my lover's platinum blonde hair
CHICKEN LITTLE MIGHT BE RIGHT after all!
i wrote this because it is my belief that we are all doomed to hell, and heaven is going to go out of business due to bankruptcy!
i ain't a'lyin i'll KILL diS here lion
this poem was written because someone dressed sort of like The Green Lantern held a gun to my head and threatened to waste my brain (hollow as it may be) if i didn't write this poem. OKAY BIG SHOTS, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? google water charity see what $20 can do thanks ~free cee!~
HIDE and go WEAK (SUM UV U PARENTS NEED TO READ TH
people say "not my precious little laura" until it's their pecious little laura
teef tsrst daed
this is free's whatever he deems me de jour and i would just like you all to pray that tomorrow free wakes up anyone else except him again, that would be a favor for both of us Carrie Anne Perfection
shud n e 1 read this their PARAKEET will DIE
I DON'T REALY SEE ANY PARAKEETS DIE JUST CUZ PEOPLE WUD READ MY STUPH ~free!~
THE PRODIGAL S U N
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
THE PRODIGAL S U N
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
my twin brother's name is PEE-tah
because i had severe pain in my left arm and i'm all sweaty and out of breath, and my heart feels each pulse as painful
ExTRAorDInarY EXtrAMent
this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANS
PILLS IN pink, PUrpLE AND paNIc
danny and i did sort of this...we robbed 1500 Valium and buried it where you had to jump off a moving train and know where it was buried. it was so cool to hear who the cops thought did it. Danny's dad was a Sgt. in the local precinct so Danny and i were eliminated as persons of interest....Danny died in my '67 fire engine red Chevy supersport back in '71
DOPE DOES DASTARDLY DEEDS IN DECEMBER
I GUARANTEE NO ONE, OUT OF THIRTY BILLION GAZILLION people,HAS EVER MET ANYONE AS BENEVOLENT AND STRUNG OUT AS ALAN DeLACKNER---u were a bro and my wife still laughs when she stuffs a chicken--missya too much! (his mother banned me from funeral)
dope DIDN'T kill ME but BEING a DOPE almost DID
THIS IS THE REASON I CANNOT RETURN TO MY BELOVED NEW YORK CITY
D I E T T R I B E
DO NOT COP DOPE FROM PEOPLE LIKE ME