"googley" poems
cast aside
and with the passage of time i find
forget the constellations
i prefer compressed sediment
casually given to the shore
your door frame beckoning
from the glistening overlook
wild and overgrown
lush-sheik
come place me on your shelf
smack on the googley-eyes
and keep me in your purse
nightstand is fine too though
its like when you see in those vampire movies, you know man, and the main vampire ***** that one mortal and gets all butt-hurt when she dies. yeah. like that.
im immortal compared to you here
ill have googley-eyes a million years from now
****
i didnt think this through.
OOOoOOOoooO!
in a million years...
youll be a rock too.
done
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
You will feel deeply
Little girls can write like dragon ladies,
galvanise poems and spit them out metallic
slipped through pavement portal cracks
I don’t want to write like a girl anymore
there’s no air holes.
Dragon ladies told me not to
I stuck googley eyes on my conscience
diversion tactics
I hope the world doesn’t eat me
crack sun-roof open
limbs steer in different directions and going around in circles.
No canoe
I want to be an radio ooost
me in their karaoke voices
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
Cha-cha-cha.
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
by Arcassin B & Wolfspirit
AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,
WS : saw you leanin' against the bar
sippin' apple martinis
lookin' like a star
brothers making those googley eyes
and starin' at those powerful thighs
each one schemin' and buyin' you drinks
wonderin' what a goddess thinks
cruised up slowly with my best strut
talk to you like a lady, not a ****
caught some interest in those big doe eyes
and you took my hand....to my surprise
led me out to the dance floor
popped like passion and encouraged me more
held me close for that one slow dance
now, you got this man thinkin' sweet romance
baby, you look so good in those spandex pants
now i wanna get wit u for another dance,
AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,
WS : later, you said it was time to go
asked for my cell down on the low low
looked into my eyes and stroked my dreads
kissed my cheek and turned and said
"now listen, playa, don't be runnin' no game"
keyed in her number and her name
smiled and walked her to her ride
she had a gold Lexus sittin' outside
knew right off she was no pigeon
but then, i ain't no scrub ....we be largely livin'
then she kissed me warm and deep
said
"dream about me when you sleep
treat me right and i promise, boo
i guarantee i'll be dreamin' of you".
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Having left paradise some time back,
and watching tint fade, rose sky
goes lavender, washes into deep blue.
These ultra violet filters, pandemonical,
fly googley-eyed and I am stuck
in hard realization of incapacity
to adapt to current color scheme.
Can grey go further black
until soot is creosote?
Tar now tumbles and bubbles
in nostrils, blindness leaving only
sense of smell, an oil field carnage.
Green by any means,
flags with dollar signs,
majestically waving and when
complete soul is sold out,
I disperse upon a riptide
of foamy grey matter.
Silicon Valley earthquake
sends forth satanical tsunami,
washing away World Wide Web
and your pretend paradise too.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC