"humdingers" poems
I be illin'
The bones in my body be chillin'
The dope that I'm slingin' be killin'
Zig Zag fillin', 40 zoner swillin'
I got twenty...got a five, bro? I'll cut you in!
I got twenty...got a five, bro? I'll cut you in!
I've bought plenty on the live wire, where you been?
I'm walkin' too straight 'n' I'm eatin' my mashed potatoes
L.A. hoes you don't wanna know
Keepin' my toes warm
See how they swarm
They're like bees when they tease me
With their slingers, humdingers
My epiglotis is a-stingin'
And my uvula is swingin' back and forth
Twenty, son, back to four twenty
I get away with a wounded knee massacre
I say what I please, Lenny Bruce on da juice
I ain't no racist
I'm a future born Papist
You got to listen to me
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
there's a humming in the apartment.
a monotone kerfuffle
a creature so beautiful; so broad, so ruffled
could not stretch upright; left, right,
or down between the legs.
the humming in the apartment
is painfully obscene.
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 10:09 AM UTC
Hopefully not a mystery, mistaken,
Unquestionably unremarkable : your presentation
Miss muse of heavy breathing monologues’
Deeper meanings, thus flesh rises hot.
If into relations
No need or want for explanation.
Greater words now simply lost;
Entrails of vaporous profundities
Respite-sleep below limbs’ entangled quivering
Some sort of worshipping screaming “god!”
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC