Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Nov 30, 2013

Some things words will not say
unusual is the subtle
speechless man
is the sound of life
Not unfortunate.
Who says
bleak moons turning sons to sun
all before 0600
is a good thing.

Strung out and pressed
Horse shit force fed
Crowds putting jockeys
on pedestals
Slit wrist attention
for the edible icon
No better view

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 24, 2012      Oct 26, 2012

There is sickness.
Subtle insecurity in the tallest tree.
Pride in roots that try
and wont break
Stabbed propped up
behind the kindest
smile trying the hardest.
Men leaving nothing
in death but souls.
Cliche communications
speaking in color.
Gray paths never make sense.
And death is
but not without life.
There is sickness.
Curving straight lines
trying to make
a point.

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 25, 2012

The kids chemically induced
Reduced to ego threnody.

Amidst chaos he possessed influence.
Would disregard coincidence
And curse at the omnipotent.
Known as lonely pessimist
Could laugh at their own ignorance.
Pops was drunk.
Waved goodbye
to any kind of innocence.
Sunk below the sediment.
If humans could be celibate
This death would have ended it
Instead of only him.

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 27, 2012

I have crushed bugs.
Not for science.
No need for class or placement.
What makes better?
What is broken?
Right and wrong,
left and leaving.
In the palm of your hand.
and waiting.
To cross territory uncharted.
Clawing at the what if!
Clawing and waiting
To be squished.

I slip on my cardboard
Dane Perczak

I slip on my cardboard
shoes, and slide
out of my
cardboard box
I walk
to the same corner
and hold that cardboard

I watch
car after car
after car
after car

I am the master
of closed windows
and straight
awkward posture

I'm the problem
that isn't there
because you ignore it

I'm thankful for my long
nails to pick
sticky ashtray change
off the pavement

I put the change
in a small
cardboard jar
I found behind a warehouse

It's a very nice jar
it hold things together well
it is well crafted


it is no glass jar
or diamond
or gold
but a jar just the same

and someone threw it

He's buried in the cardboard box
John F McCullagh
John F McCullagh
Jun 2, 2012

Lawrence Davis was a veteran
who died without a next of kin.
He's buried in the cardboard box
That the V.A. shipped him in.

Being dead, he cannot tell
cardboard from Mahogany.
We, the living, take offense
at the insult to this man's dignity.

Some men lie still in foreign fields.
Some sailors sleep beneath the waves.
Larry got a cardboard box
from a 'grateful' nation he helped to save.

World War II veteran buried by the V.A. in a cardboard Box in Florida
Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 26, 2012

Picture pecan.
Plastering, painted prints.

Languid Leaves.
Listless, lethargic lives.

Sacrificed scenery.
Shattered, struggling space.

Beauty dies
This time of year.

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Mar 29, 2013

It's five in the morning.
Dogs are kicking there legs.
Your friends are sleeping
Or trying to.
Youth stale as drinks
left over night
and wasted.
A lot like your friends
Except no one cares as much.

She kept love square--
fed and watered now and then
When love tries to grow
passionate and full leaf
she gently folds it back to box
to see it safe and sure
not knowing life, adagio,
seeps into darkness
a memory of itself


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