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Timothy Mooney Jun 2011
There is dog howl wind
behind that cold door
out there
where
all the stories
come true.

There are manic truants
running wild across
my back lawn
with
little hatchets
and bags.

There are sneaky smiley men
inside the TV box
greedy tongued
cold
begging money
and souls.

I will shut off the TV
let the dog in
lock the door
rock
creaking
dark
old
happy
safe.
Timothy Mooney Jun 2011
A poor boy on the sidewalk
watches through the window
as the angry speakers gesture
on the T.V. in the store.

He knows that they are angry
by their scrinched-up ugly faces
and their heavy pointing fingers
and their hands out
always hands out
wanting more.

He knows that they are speaking
of the world and all its problems
and of little people like him
stealing T.V. from the street.

He leaves the silent speaker
screaming anger through the window
and he radars out the sidewalk
always looking
just a little
bite to eat.
Timothy Mooney Jun 2011
I have no Faith.
She left me for Tom
The big guy
In gym class.
But I'll always have Summer...
Tom's little sister
taped up
in my cellar.
Timothy Mooney May 2011
I'm peskered by midnight burritos
The lime in my glass has gone south
My sweet little hound-dog, Pepito,
Is scratching my pants to get out
There's bloodstains and tears on my pillow
Cuz' your cheating heart bleeds from my eye
And the worm in the bottle
Has kicked me full throttle
But at least that old worm doesn't lie!

(everyone sing along!)

So, pour me one more dark mesquito, Sir
Let's drink til our pockets run dry
And with every sip
Let the Worm kiss our lip
Let's drink til the Moon fades away from the sky
Let's drink to forget our remembers
Let's drink to the old by-and-by
For the heart never learns
So let's drink to the Worm
Cuz at least that old worm doesn't lie!

(One more time!)

So pour me one more dark mesquito, Sir
Let's drink til the bottle runs dry
We'll sip and we'll slurp
And we'll belch and we'll burp
And **** like the dickens and make the girls cry
We'll drink to the ******* and Beauties
Those cuties of lost love denied
We'll drink from the hip
And we'll treasure each sip
Cuz at least that old worm doesn't lie!

It might take some practice
To **** down that cactus
With salt and a small wedge of lime
So drink up me brother
And I'll have another
Cuz at least that old worm doesn't lie!
Timothy Mooney May 2011
I used to have a dozen hens
They laid a dozen eggs
And every egg hatched out a chick
With skinny chicken legs
And each and every one of them
They laid a dozen more
My poor old barnyard **** is tired
And really really sore.
Timothy Mooney May 2011
He contemplates the Bible
As he adds up every page
Religion's an equation
As he totals every age
Of Man and Beast and Angel
(He's a thick and dowdy sage)

He tries to sum redemption
Through his numbers in a book
He thinks he sees sin everywhere
He's too afraid to look
And so he squints with whetted pen
(to carve his Heaven's nook)

He sits and waits for Rapture
As he whittles souls away
He does it all by numbers
In a slick efficient way
And when it doesn't add up...
("Forgive them... Let us pray.")
Timothy Mooney May 2011
O, mi corazon! Que has hecho a mi?
O, mi corazon, necesito saber...
Una vez te senti,
Palpi tando
Hando dento de mi...
Para ahora me siento tan vacio
Y solo...
O, mi corazon,
Where have you gone?
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