what does it mean?
it makes no sense to me!
even charlie rose on tv
said huey newton had been shot to death a number of times
on a san francisco street corner.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
lay me down
when the music's over.
lay me down
but remember my laugh.
lay me down
when the candle stops burning.
lay me down
when my time is past.
think of me
in the quiet moments.
think of me
when you're all alone.
think of me
as you've always known me.
for you see,
I've not really gone.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
if you develop a wart on your wrist
remove it with a bomb.
that's the American way.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
it's four in the mornin' and the city's sleepin 'cept for me and my kind,
... and them.
i turn the corner and i can see him at the curb in the middle of the block, hiding among the cigarette butts and beers cans, the broken glass and used condoms, the ubiquitous philadelphia detritus.
he thinks I don't see him as he lays in wait, but i got this sixth sense.
i don my swagger, leading each step with my alternate shoulder, arms swingin' behind my back as i strut towards the patrol car from the thirty ninth police precinct.
unseen, the carefully packaged spoonful drops to the sidewalk behind me and instantly pretends to be street rubble,
and i'm dutifully surprised when 'the man' exits his vehicle, shoves me against a wall and begins to ***** me like he knows me.
after awhile he gets bored and tells me to go home. I turn the corner at the end of the block.
"hello, po lease? **** gettin' real, y'know what I mean? Maurice be wasted and he not too happy wid his ol lady. and he be packin'! better hurry! yeh, 4228 fairmount."
heard sirens, peeped around the corner and the trash had a new demeanor.
I happily retrieved my spoonful.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
nebulous mercury, or old neb as friendly namesome, was a longtime salty marner.
one day he was seasonally easing along with the flotsam and jetsons
when there appeared before his worn and weary orbs a macabre confoundment,
the vastly ghastly countenance of a slithering slimy see servant,
a critter that rose from the sea and had to hunch over so as not to break the sky,
the kind of monstrosity you only see in miffs.
he began to wrap his protuberances and testicles around the clig as to make repast.
ohh, dreadful tingers draggled forlorn!
shunned and electrolytical he was, old neb, awash in gloombulches and grovel gullies.
but then old neb snapped to! "Not my chipper clig you don't!" he charged allowed as he fingled forth in fury!
the battle eschewed in the stub of legends. old neb will ever be memorial for what he did that day.
to this very day, indeed up to this very moment right now, even chipper cligs flying scallion bones cut him a big bertha,
such is the perspective they feel for him
no hobo, but a ****** chum.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
one day
he lay down with dooji
she took his breath away
r.i.p my son
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
history has shown me
that what we take for motherly love
is often murderous hatred
and a powerful desire for revenge
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
used to be i'd guzzle beer
and wade in whiskey up to here;
it seemed to be the only thing to do.
i'd cheat at cards and hang in bars
and ride around in drunken cars,
but that all changed when I laid eyes on you.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC