Speeding frames, chocolate wrappers
Satin tracks, nettled trappers
Flying footboard flirting with danger
Twenty knot knot knot winks at the stranger
Meadows green smoke iron dark
Whistling birds at dogs bark
Blitzing low
Met a crow
Then hair, I saw her
The sweet thereafter.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
, , , , , , , , , ,
; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;
: : : : : : : : : :
. . . . . . . . . .
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:08 AM UTC
The war is over
Bodies lie dead
Vultures hover
Soulless, naked
The sun is a little too bare to handle
For there is shame everywhere
And though the moon holds the candle
Nights just don’t care
Not a soul is in pain
For there is pain nowhere
How on earth could there be a pain!
When there isn't a soul anywhere!!
Where are all the souls?
The corpses stare at the heavens high above
As they lie in their holes,
Their souls look for new bodies destined to love.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
Step 1
Pick up a stone
Aim well at the hen
Now the egg lies alone
As the bird flies away in pain
Step 2
Pick up the egg
Put it in your handbag
Let the chick-less hen beg
Let the childless mother nag
Step 3
In the frying pan
Heat the oil a little late
Sprinkle some salt if you can
Crack the egg and fry the omelet
Step 4
Serve the delicious omelet
With some green chili sauce
On a pretty looking glass plate
As another mother awaits a child loss.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM UTC
As I take a stroll every evening
There in those woods so green
I watch come to me from afar
A yellow tram with a red scar
The tram comes from a future
I conceived in the past
A world with a ****** culture
I once designed to last
Now as I board the tram
I journey to my end
For my future is a sham
My death’s a trend
But the tram changed course
And travels back in time
For my past’s the true source
Of each and every crime
The tram moves fast
And the woods go brown
As I reached my past
I got down with a frown
It took me some time
I righted my past
I cremated my crime
Returned at last
As I strolled the after evening
Within my mind ever so green
I perceived a thought afar
Yellow, but without a scar.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
I am sitting on a leather sofa
In front of me a low oval wooden table
On the table a glass
In the glass some whiskey
In the whiskey some sleep
In the sleep an oblivion
In the oblivion some solace
That You could have given me
By not drinking the whiskey
By not getting high
By not abusing me
By not getting killed
By not sending me to jail
By not depressing me
By not making me a drunk
By not making me drink the whiskey
In the glass
On the low oval wooden table
In front of the leather sofa
That I just left
For good
For our home
For another leather sofa
Where we made love the first time
Where we fought the last time
Where your eviscerated body lay that day
Where asleep now lies another:
A helpless little body commemorating our dead love story.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
A ball
rolls on the terrace
falls through the air
hits the sidewalk
bounces a few times
rolls on the sidewalk
stops.
The CHILD
dies.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
Yesterday, he came with lots of butter
Some yellow, some white, some grey
Silent as ever, not a word did he utter
His beautiful butters lay ready to prey
The sun was hot like a frying pan
It melted the butters and the man
Came evening, away the melting goes
By night, once again the butters froze
Today, a huge chunk of butter is it
The breakfast smells of milk and cheese
A diet very healthy indeed
But for that little blood and bone to tease.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
Snow is falling...
On the treetops
On the rooftops
On the doorbell
Snow is calling...
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
High, high, high
Up in the southern sky
On cloud nine
My penthouse looks divine
Low, low, below
I see them moving slow
Lesser mortals, lowlives:
A Dog Civilization thrives
They can’t move fast
For they aren’t destined to last
They bark and they fight
Eat, **** and mate day and night
In houses and on streets
They live with whosoever greets
And though they stink
They claim they can think
Now from my penthouse I see
Another penthouse way above me
From there on my foot, a bone fell
Enchanted, I started wagging my tail.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 12:59 AM UTC