"hyades" poems
*Oh, whims of the Hyades,
Insolent, unhunted spirit,
Spoiled child of Eudora's breast!*
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Well, what now, hey?
I threw the dog overboard yesterday.
The day before, the day?
Where will you go, hey?
I heard the orchestra-man play
The same way,
Sanctum, requiem, asylum
All Latin in his French dog-eared play.
Hear the monkey, playing accordion play
To the whirling whirly-whirly-ghig
Tre dramatique, no? Today
I understand you're just as "tramatig."
I want to hear your Frenchmen play
Play ***** pipes play play
In his dog-eared French organ-man
Play
But I cannot, cannot say
Tears of joy, in hydrant spray
The Hyades triumphant rainbow stay
Cough your little fears away;
Hear the Star Spangled Francis Key play
Frenchmen play, play,
Little piggies counted play
Black white keys with little piggle-plumps play
Atone-al, A-tonal---atonal tonal sounds as if to say
"Getting married here to stay"
All alone and all today
Settle down if for a day
And who will hear the trumpet play
When organ-man Frenchman say
"Where? Home of the free" and stay
Keep your hands away
Never want to let you say
"Hear me, hear ye, all you weary, weary dreamers
But never left your confidence like Russell-rustle leaf-blown willow-white
You fill them up with seventy two pay
Make a kite, to(k)night, allRight
Thank god for the fleas in the right
Hairless creatures for to sway
I threw the dog overboard yesterday
The day before, the day
And if you'd wanted it to stay
You should've say, you should've say
But never let my hand betray
The vein, the line, the artery
Of arterial shells bombastically
Loquacious to a fault, this day
They say "You want another day"
They say "You never wanted say"
They say "You wasted every day"
They say "They say, they say, they say"
But e'er forget, ne'er forget
I'll despise you abandon heaven for earth to get
And leave your money, your millions behind
For mansions with my Lord to find
But in the ceiling never was a god to pray
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC
THC all in my blood.
Red eyes, pale lips, tears are about to flood,
Red as western red-bud, from the Hyades mud.
Beblood the white flower bud,
Does Beelzebub has a crud.
Like a parasite leashed on to me,
Photoelectric effect it has to be.
Dark rain fell onto me.,
Lark forgot his song,do you see.
Ghosts of the past disturb us all,
They don't stop until we fall.
And I forget to have a conversation with me,
How can I have a chat with thee?
You see, I have a plea,
I don't want the world to **** my blood like a flea.
This past, even God can't change,
Why worry about it, it's so strange.
Even I can't find a function's range,
I think I have to get Dr. strange.
Melatonin send me to sleep,
I don't wanna wake up with that morning bleep.
At photoelectric effect demons of past did wake
Is all my poetry fake?
Like a symbiotic leashed on to me.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
No! It's not thunder I hear,
It's the roar of sirens cutting the propeller noise.
No! It's not aqua I feel,
It's the rain of metal and fire.
It's not Petrichor I smell,
The only smell is here of smoke and death.
No, the ground won't get washed away,
It will be painted in red and black.
Hyades have fled today, The universe is for Hades to take.
Mar 25, 2024
Mar 25, 2024 at 8:00 PM UTC
yeah, I lived in a
supernova
once.
there weren’t as many
stars as I would
have liked to
imagined
but the parties
were great
& you could leave
whenever you
wanted
I think I stayed because
no one really
saw me
I left once I got
tired of
solving puzzles in
the dark
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 6:54 PM UTC