#elverum51
Creeps the stench into the room,
Through an open door, our doom,
Oily sticky sour smell,
Ain't Heaven must be hell,
Large grow-op cannot be far,
Perhaps a skunk versus a car?
Peace and quiet taken for a oneway ride,
As there is now a stink, high on Eventide,
It has come in.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
wispy clouds
on a blue sky
and a blood-
less sunset, lost on all for now
some despised boys in
cowardly mens bodies
have more bul-
lets than teeth,
yet the chickenshit bites
and mark and
grief they leave
behind, spent
casings litter the
halls of learning
peace, pieces, seething, see the thing
is now, lost on all for now
so how much hate do you have to harbour, to ****** a child?
yet the clouds of
witnesses stay silent;
no, not the common
man, the common
women, who have
in common with you and
I, tears falling from, my eyes
our eyes, there is
horror, there is shock
there is mouths
open and no air is
getting to the lungs,
a silent scream for
justice, as no one
can bring the children back, memories do not cut the loses,
yet the clouds of
witnesses stay silent; those
seats of power
must be real com-
fortable at this hour
eschewing respon-
sibility, for there
is no gain by get-
ting involved,
the ultimate of pre-emptive fear,
how hard can they be to find leaving a yellow streak
wherever they go, crawling on their yellow bellies.
this is not to be read,
out loud for even the
sound and rhythm,
from anywhere in
world, would break hearts, my heart
cannot make rhyme and reason
about this crime, see there is
an evil scaramouch, no credit
the pantywaist
deserves, takes on flesh and
payment is required.
What is lost on all for now..
What is lost on all for now..
What is lost on all Africa for now..
The value, the energy,
the beauty, the potential,
the future, there were
musicians, there were
geniuses, there philan-
thropists, there were
artists, ** there were poets,**
they were children and
grandchildren, they
were going to be parents,
they were going have
children and that is
lost on all for now and forever.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
it isn't snow
it isn't snow
it isn't snow,
but it is so wet,
not the wettest winter yet,
but you can't call this winter,
April showers started in October,
oh we had some sun
oh we had some sun
oh we had fun,
little time $spent$ on the $slopes$
one part of tourism had to cope,
with weather patterns, that
go in seventeen year cycles or fifty one
year bunches, no pulling punches,
but who makes this stuff up?
the drought will follow
water restrictions to swallow,
will there nary a drop of water to drink?
I have a cow bank, white and black sitting
empty
on my desk, by my elbow, waiting to be
filled with, all my savings for a rainy day
spent, for as the saying goes
"save something for a rainy day"
we have had so many rainy days, it is all
spent
cow is bent out of shape, and starving for some
coin of the realm, and the natural order of things,
scrambled,
saw three ducks out of their lake, taking a chance to
take swim in a monster puddle in a Wallmart
parking lot!
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC