Look at ThingsEmpassioned, after the fashion Of green fanatics throwing bombs at backhoes. Old men inside the bars, They just stare at the cars. Faceless cars, running on the rails Like unmarked dominoes.Look at Things
Kids in mohawks laughing at fauxhawks, Name-branded clothing. Clean hair Appalls them; the mohawks in their fits of funny Refuse to see how they spend their money On $100 shoes, $100 jeans. Hell, the mohawks spend more than those Chided, derided, despised. Only the name brands differ.
Bengladeshis farm for rice, and San Franciscans find it nice. T
RiceMere seconds, all I have, yet more as Time dialates, the world and field Before me, unfold like so many Playbooks.Rice
It's in the air, sailing right into My single streched hand, pinnacle Of a collosal leap, spectacular Touchdown.
The GrassNot far from my house is a sign Simple, plain, and bland Imploring all the huddled masses To refrain from treading upon the grasses.The Grass
I find it sad that I am told To expand my mind, to be so bold To express myself and be myself Unless it involves the city's grass.
They provide a simple concrete path It never shares my state of mind For what urban planning hack Can predict my meandering thoughts?
A simple act of ordinary rebellion Striding to the center of a perfect lawn Where I lie down centrally gazing At clouds above gazing down at
Backyards of BeyondBackyards of BeyondBackyards of Beyond
To and through The backyards of beyond
Brandishing swords Made of wood
Trudging across The tree-studded plane
Parrying great danger As we dodge thorns
Crossing rope bridges, Suspended over a gorge, As we stumble over rocks In the middle of the creek
The roaring mountain river But a simple lowland brook
At the horn call, We race for the castle
We defend the keep from the dragon Which greets us with yips and licks
And carry home word of our deeds &nbs
Cut and PasteThe Cutter was sharp. He was handsome and bright, and he was a criminal, workin’ by night. He was known far and wide for his devious capers; he cut up girls’ hearts like he was cuttin’ up papers.Cut and Paste
Now, Paster McSticky, a man twice his size, had fooled many men with his terrible lies, and he liked stickin’ things where they didn’t belong. Not a crime, I suppose, but still definitely wrong.
As their fortunes would have it, these men of the West met up in the desert and thought it’d be best if they joined up together to form one bad crew
The Hobo ManI see the hobo man He walks the street Fleet of foot, face of soot He uses paper for his sheetThe Hobo Man
The hobo man lives alone We fear his strange ways Days go by, he flees on the fly The hobo man does not need our praise
I do not envy the hobo man His life is hard and low Blow is his fuel, the people are cruel The street is his bed, the stone is his pillow
I wish you luck, hobo man And enough dough for a new frying pan
Sporadic
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Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;" ~ Edgar Allen Poe
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