"foxing" poems
Old Gray: My Life With You, My Life Without You
Tigers Jaw: Teen Rocket
The World Is A Beautiful Place: Heartbeat In The Brain
The Story So Far: Navy Blue
Counterparts: Decay
Foxing: Inuit
Karen O: The Moon Song
Have Mercy: Living Dead
Modern Baseball: Pothole
Moose Blood: Gum
The Wonder Years: Madelyn
...and we'll kiss and laugh and talk about how we're just small specks of dust in the universe wondering what our purpose is.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
I can't tell if I'm high;
Or the wires in my brain has detached the ability to feel my physical body.
& a memory appears in my head;
That night at 3am;
It was raining and we were chain smoking in your car in a grocery store parking lot.
Foxing came on the stereo.
That's when you turned to me
& said, 'This is what I mean.'
I exhaled smoke and watched it slip out the cracked window.
Your eyes were looking down,
& I just said, "I don't know'
We sat in silence;
But I could sense your thoughts.
Inside of me I felt;
Vacant.
Physically I felt;
Tipsy from the beers I drank at our friends house.
I think of that day now
& wonder if you were hurt.
Could it have felt like;
knocking your knee against the corner of a table?
Sometimes, I feel sorry that you've met me.
Can we go back to listening to Midwestern emo bands, laying on the floor in a room with nothing but a bed and a record player.
Before emotions and opinions formed;
Before you told me you hated me;
Before we became friends again and you sometimes would buy me a soda.
When there were no intentions;
just company.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
( ) to be decided later
2 . waaaa mommy i want my stock portfolio diversified
#? " chocolate pudding , smuckers ice cream topping, flushit
My country has no borders tyranasaurous rex eating veal
4. This is the truth as it can be represent by a model however inperfect . hey wanna go bACK TO MY PLACE?! :) NUDGE
5 i forgot what this was remember to remember it later when you ar4e relaxed.
^ 6 i only eat vegaterians that are under the age of ( ) - 60 years
its all relative and fun when you get away foxing outfoxing , convincing yourself of plans being worth planning for and carry you through timespace
&7 . We are we being is
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
outward brain stem hummock
analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts
roar back to life upon found
perceived or real threat adrenaline
splashes cerebral hemispheres
triggering body electric
to become alert as a blood hound
countless millenniums ago
the flight or fight reaction apropos
when savage beasts
threatened tribe with bro
whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow
wing, thence railing, swooping,
trouncing dough
main housing small cluster of emo
ting primates (gabbling in primal
grunts and groans witnessing ruminants
scurrying to and fro
survival of the fittest danger field
thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow
outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, ***
ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled,
when looming predator doth woof
and warp emergency arises,
when debacle fore stalled
for time against getting mauled
whereby each subsequent ruse
out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew
zing potential breakfast, lunch,
or dinner as the sorry loo
sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life",
which thru countless millenniums strategies grew
layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few
till hetty became diminished
as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew
upon accumulated storied history
learned from Bubba Zayda's
many times over motley crew
squirreling modus operandi
wove (traversing eons)
corpus collosum hair
(more so nerve fiber weave
a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin
left and right fist size gray matter
coated with transparent integument
custom made swiftly tailored sleeve
ah...proving grounds,
when forebears of **** Sapiens
touch and go tagged on permanent leave
on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
Pineapple dreams
And symbolic dragon fruits.
Get rid of your buttered plum
And search on through the wreckage.
I ******* hate you.
Wait, just kidding.
Foxing footprints
And coffee flavored rat bones.
Stop the trash flow.
I'm sick of ripping my heart apart
Like wet paper towels.
Pressed me like dead florae.
Against the wall and into the drain.
I am blended into ****** strings
Of sadness and wonder.
Leaked acid frying through my brain
Just let me live.
Pulled my organs into ice cream traps
And celestially conquered the
Wizard realm starlights.
I am tired, very torn.
It's time for me to rest.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse
I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were
I’ll bury your guitar and rhythm less tunes
Right down alongside you
My fox, my friend, my confidant
The last mammal I could depend upon
I don’t think you can rot your way out of this situation
But I’ll bury you with all your songs and all of your ramblings ons
About how your life, our love, my disposition
Was never quite the way you wanted it to be
My fox, my faux, my confidant
I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse
I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were
I’ll take your half-strung 1984
Gibson Les Paul Explorer
I’ll play it til my calluses bleed
I’ll play it til my calluses bleed
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC