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Mada Apr 2013
What if houses could remember?
Mada
Apr 2013
How would their lives be? Would new houses be like newly weds? Maybe there is a history, like a new house on old ground is just a new regeneration of that house, even if it looks nothing like the old one. What if houses you seen in the “sketchy” neighborhoods are houses just like the owners? Maybe they looked beautiful and their surroundings blinded them and slowly let the paint rot away. What would it feel to be demolished? What if old beautiful houses were so wise? Or would they be false like the botox seen today? Would you remember it in your new form? What if the footprints of every person who ever walked upon the floor stayed there? Imprinted deep into the wood, always to be hidden? Man, what if houses could remember everyone who ever lived there? I wounder if houses loved or hated their families, like pets do with owners? Would the New York apartments have the personalities of the poor families, struggling art students, and free lance actors? Would the houses in L.A. always be singing a song? Would boarded houses just sit, projecting it’s past lives. Living it in order over and over cause it is better than being alone? You wait for those kids down the street to meddle in your backyard; losing their virginities in your dusty attic. What would houses think about right before wrecking ball?
This is to the most extremities a free verse-free write. I'm not sure it even constitutes as poetry but oh the **** well.
july hearne
Jun 2017
when Merry Clayton
sings "Southern Man"
i think of all of you
and i think *******
and if i was Neil Young
i would start a band called Hateful Bigot
and Mike Watt would be the bass player
and i would write a song
called "social justice warrior"
(in all lower case)
and dedicate it to all the children that have been ***** by the gay mayor of your tiny house town
and Merry Clayton would sing that song
there is a parade in tiny house town
for everyone who's arrived 50 years too late to the civil rights party
and the mayor is coming round
to shake your hand
all your tiny houses coming down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
tiny, tiny houses get smaller and smaller before blowing down
everytime you shake his hand
you have even less to say
about all the children he *****
than the NRA
even less to say than the NRA
everytime the gay mayor rolls down the windows
before he rapes the children in his hot car
everytime he's comes around
to shake your hand
he's got ten dollars in his other hand
tiny, tiny houses blowing down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
i can't wait til they come down
all your tiny houses coming down
tiny, tiny houses coming down
(nothing to do with the fact
he's a gay democrat
nothing to do with the fact)
sings "Southern Man"
i think of all of you
and i think *******
and if i was Neil Young
i would start a band called Hateful Bigot
and Mike Watt would be the bass player
and i would write a song
called "social justice warrior"
(in all lower case)
and dedicate it to all the children that have been ***** by the gay mayor of your tiny house town
and Merry Clayton would sing that song
there is a parade in tiny house town
for everyone who's arrived 50 years too late to the civil rights party
and the mayor is coming round
to shake your hand
all your tiny houses coming down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
tiny, tiny houses get smaller and smaller before blowing down
everytime you shake his hand
you have even less to say
about all the children he *****
than the NRA
even less to say than the NRA
everytime the gay mayor rolls down the windows
before he rapes the children in his hot car
everytime he's comes around
to shake your hand
he's got ten dollars in his other hand
tiny, tiny houses blowing down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
i can't wait til they come down
all your tiny houses coming down
tiny, tiny houses coming down
(nothing to do with the fact
he's a gay democrat
nothing to do with the fact)
ed murray is the gay mayor of seattle. he ***** children and is likely still ****** them. one of them was his foster son. he denies these allegations in the manner of a text book lying child ******. he lied about ever knowing his foster son who he ***** (and who was later then proven to be his foster son). he also had wanted to be a catholic priest but left the seminary (probably got kicked out for child ****). he was not forced to resign because it is not convenient to ask a gay, democrat mayor to step down, which is why i will always refer to him as the gay mayor who rapes children. he gets a free pass on ****** children. this poem is dedicated to everyone who turns a blind eye to child **** and excuses it (especially ***** like sally bagshaw), and sadly that includes organizations such as glaad.
ed murray, gay mayor of seattle who rapes children, attended the gay pride parade and shook hands with the parade goers, who were delighted to shake the hand of a child ******. only it's not ****, since he is a gay democrat who gave the children $10 to **** them.
seattle has become unaffordable because of amazon, high levels of taxation (by a city cuntcil who supports a child ****** as mayor and the child ****** mayor himself), a housing shortage (caused by amazon and citizens of china who make money on slave labor and then make inflated all cash offers on the real estate here so the people who actually live here can't afford it).
something tells me this one won't go over well, but that's ok with me, since people who turn a blind eye to child **** are the **** of the earth. my next poem will be about what a **** sally bagshaw is. she loves our gay mayor who has done nothing but lie, flounder around like an idiot, allow amazon and comcast to **** us over, steal money, waste money, increase homelessness and **** children. ed murray also loves sharia law, since it conveniently has no laws against ****** children.
the NRA had better make some sort of public statement of support for philando castile and his family and should have already done so. that man and his family were not shown any justice and neither were the children that ed murray *****, not to mention the children he is still ******.
we live in ******* times and the ones screaming the loudest are the ones who need to shut the **** up the most.
from ed murray's twitter page:
Ed MurrayVerified account @MayorEdMurray May 19
It's finally warming up, which is great - but not for all. Beware of the danger pets and children face in hot cars!
ed murray, gay mayor of seattle who rapes children, attended the gay pride parade and shook hands with the parade goers, who were delighted to shake the hand of a child ******. only it's not ****, since he is a gay democrat who gave the children $10 to **** them.
seattle has become unaffordable because of amazon, high levels of taxation (by a city cuntcil who supports a child ****** as mayor and the child ****** mayor himself), a housing shortage (caused by amazon and citizens of china who make money on slave labor and then make inflated all cash offers on the real estate here so the people who actually live here can't afford it).
something tells me this one won't go over well, but that's ok with me, since people who turn a blind eye to child **** are the **** of the earth. my next poem will be about what a **** sally bagshaw is. she loves our gay mayor who has done nothing but lie, flounder around like an idiot, allow amazon and comcast to **** us over, steal money, waste money, increase homelessness and **** children. ed murray also loves sharia law, since it conveniently has no laws against ****** children.
the NRA had better make some sort of public statement of support for philando castile and his family and should have already done so. that man and his family were not shown any justice and neither were the children that ed murray *****, not to mention the children he is still ******.
we live in ******* times and the ones screaming the loudest are the ones who need to shut the **** up the most.
from ed murray's twitter page:
Ed MurrayVerified account @MayorEdMurray May 19
It's finally warming up, which is great - but not for all. Beware of the danger pets and children face in hot cars!
Lewis Bosworth Dec 2016
Houses
Lewis Bosworth
Dec 2016
three houses
stretching from gnarly bow to
copper-greenish branch – only
dropping
one or two at a time
sweet seeds enough to breed
tree houses
a sylvan hotel on the outskirts
of town looking on the steeple
of a country church – its sabbath
psalms echoing painfully
on the tympanum in number two
green houses
hidden in summer’s glory
days to shield the men from pesky
folk intent on taking aim – trying to
test Josiah’s mettle and break
him into baby twigs
poor houses
in spirit and pocketbook
yet each armed with steely latch
guarding unknown contents –
at dusk the shadows of one
candle cannot reveal
light houses
suspended at risk of plunging
mere meters down – the common
room looking after ill-fated siblings
huddling together in fear
and shame
glass houses
no brick or mortar – under lock
and key and susceptible to the raps
of Isaiah the seer’s allegations: “and what
is it you guard with fastened doors?”
the arborist poses
slaughter houses
tremble at the shock – major
prophesying at the door’s weak
and rusty hinges now wet with dishonor
and ruin and guilty sobs making
a last long dirge
© Lewis Bosworth, 2013
stretching from gnarly bow to
copper-greenish branch – only
dropping
one or two at a time
sweet seeds enough to breed
tree houses
a sylvan hotel on the outskirts
of town looking on the steeple
of a country church – its sabbath
psalms echoing painfully
on the tympanum in number two
green houses
hidden in summer’s glory
days to shield the men from pesky
folk intent on taking aim – trying to
test Josiah’s mettle and break
him into baby twigs
poor houses
in spirit and pocketbook
yet each armed with steely latch
guarding unknown contents –
at dusk the shadows of one
candle cannot reveal
light houses
suspended at risk of plunging
mere meters down – the common
room looking after ill-fated siblings
huddling together in fear
and shame
glass houses
no brick or mortar – under lock
and key and susceptible to the raps
of Isaiah the seer’s allegations: “and what
is it you guard with fastened doors?”
the arborist poses
slaughter houses
tremble at the shock – major
prophesying at the door’s weak
and rusty hinges now wet with dishonor
and ruin and guilty sobs making
a last long dirge
© Lewis Bosworth, 2013