"looky" poems
even teddy said i got the sickest tricks brah.
like my abilities source from some kinda legendary liquid
/ praise the lord /
monster energy should sponsor me.
a kickflip over the king’s *** hole
& a halfcab for the looky-loos.
i feel so tall when i climb that heap of asphalt trimmings
& see clear from the water tower to the bluffs.
gimme a good day, any day at the bluffs,
bottlerockets & girly birds.
her body brings a swarm of worms.
decomp,
said the f.b.i. men one by one with tweezers.
not quite the homecoming queen, still
wrapped in plastic.
look up.
see that great mess of wires, nest of powerlines and owl bones?
it crackles and croons its electro-spectral purr
all night and day.
new neck tat &
cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow.
we target practice on a bull skull.
wet cigarettes and turpentine-soaked socks for a good huff
in the dry of the roofline as it dumps.
there’s that little boy in a ghost mask again, tap-dancing
in puddles below the streetlamp,
& oversized shoes.
his grandmoms always be watchin’ from the window.
[whispers] she’s teaching him magic.
lucky unit 19: where our young dead damsel once dolled
herself up, you see
men and headlights would roll thru thrice nightly,
maybe more.
& i remember her punch red lips &
big whicker hat; while she weeded and watered her garden of begonias.
the sheriff’s deputy, hart? hicks? hogan? well he loved her a bunch.
stole her clothes in the middle of the night,
& sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists
of bra and blouse.
i bought ******* from that guy once or twice.
harold? howard?
guess who showed his face today?
josiah, from unit 08.
since the incident with molly’s beagle, he’s been rarely seen.
took a bee line straight for the mailbox.
a package. a prize. a decoder ring/secret map sweepstakes
to be seen and deciphered.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
I counted the clock
as I watched the small hand slowly tick by
I stared off into space
as I watched the weather change from sunny to Grey-
blurring my vision as my mind drifted away...
Something in the air told me to be still- listen & wait
but if I'd of known on this day
you'd do the unthinkable so intangibly-
I well I don't know what I'd of done....
I haven't eaten since you left
I hardly slept since I found you gone...
Hard to think as I sit at my dinning table
watching out my bay window as children laugh & play.
I heard a dog bark and watched a girl playing with her hula-hoop
I sit as tears run down my face thinking are you eating are you safe?
Why now would you think to leave
when everything you wanted
is right in front of you?
Is that person you ran to worth
the pain your causing me?
What can you be thinking ?
As I sit hear with my elbows on this table,
head bent low & my hands in my hair.
I hear a knock & my heart skips a beat, butterflies flutter in the pit of my stomach...
That lil girl with her hula-hoop tapped my window and smiles (I thought it was you)
I smile right back but all I see is you- in my mind
I see you with your tiny hands, your wrapped in blankets,
leaves of many colors fall down from above as we sat in Elizabeth Park
me reading Winnie The Pooh to you.
You at about 2- running with your very first kite
saying looky momma look "it fly'ing"...
As you ran you tripped stubbled & fell sadly your kite flew away...
I chases it but I couldn't reach it in time....
You look up with tears & it breaks my heart I didn't catch your kite
so I cry too and you say to me momma it OK.
I see in my mind you at 4 laughing with your sister - you both hold hand
twirling round & round in circles until you fall down giggling all the while.
I wonder where is that smile of yours now?
Where's the laughter & feelings you had way back then?
My tears are overflow- spilling on this dinning table...
I look up and watch
the tiny red hand on the clock tick, tick, tick on by,
it's the only sound in my house.
Your sisters outside playing with their friends
as I sit watching out the window& all I see is the many blended
children whom now look all
like you- running, laughing, playing...
Being free to be them selves & all I can do is long to have you home for once.
No picture is gonna help
because you've left me watching, waiting once more,
I been here all this time doing what I seem to continuously do which is
Watch As Time Flys By!
Always Me Ayeshah
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
****** ****** and more ******
Nothing but bores.
Who gives a ****
If NOBODY scores.
***** scream, kick 'n moan.
**** man, life can be such a
drone.
Puppet
Muppet
Ringmaster
Master Key
Leave it open - all the more to
See.
Human traffic
Nothing but static
Looky here
Looky there
Try a little harder and MAYBE you'll C
Everything is all around....
Everywhere.....
Tracey
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Have you ever stopped long enough to think about fingers
The five on the left as well as the five on the right
The purpose they serve in serving us as well as serving others
And truly how much they help us out in our daily lives
I use mine in the morning to hide the first of many yawns
They're ready to snap into action at the sound of my command
If you use your fingers properly then you will not go wrong
Now that I think about it, without fingers where would be the hand
I count on my fingers to help with so many things
I also use those same fingers to count the things I have
Of course I don't have enough fingers to count the things I think I need
In fact I think that many fingers might look a Tad to Rad
Without fingers we couldn't point and say things like...Looky There!
Or show our displeasure at other motorist, though I would never dare
And where would we place our wedding ring to show our love we care
How about taking tea with royalty with our pinky's in the air
So you see fingers do serve a purpose now that I've delved deeply into it
And we do have ten in case we lose a few in accidents unforeseen
But if I ever lost the one with which I pick my nose
Take your finger, pull the trigger...and put me out of my misery
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
Refrain:
He your pappy, but he dead now
Won't mess with yer head no more
No more.
Cos he dead now, he dead now
He dead now.
1.
Looking in this window. See 'em all warm inside.
Cold wind, him bitin' at my ankles.
Just look at 'em inside, all warm and cosy.
CHORUS:
Maybe gotta look inside
Won't get nothing on the outside
Yeah, gotta look inside
For a little bit o' lurve!
Never gonna turn your back on life.
Gotta take this shot of live
Gotta warm me up inside
'Fore the cold comes to claim me.
Gotta close all lonely spaces
With a little bit of love
So, I's gotta take a look inside.
2.
Don't mean to feel so mean. Just wanna feel part of something
(So) strange, with all 'em polar caps a-meltin',
We still don't have enough love!
3.
Looky here, now traipsin' down this ***** street
Seeking all along the edge of night
Huntin' warmth, hikin' smiles, hawkin' love and sellin' souls
What the hell are we doin' here?
4.
No, you don't always feel it
But there's a stink wind blowing out there
Suckin' at my poor soul, stealin' all my warmth
Yeah, (s)uckin' up my poor soul, takin' all our love!
Repeat refrain.
S T, 23 April 2013
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
Look down.
I'm taking a drink tonight {just like every night}
One sip for me one sip for you
My little one
Do you feel the buzz yet, poppet?
Is your heart beating faster like mine is?
Let's have another glass//shot//bottle,
Maybe that will make things better.
Make things better for you, darling,
That’s all I want
That's why I'm sending you away
Pulling you out of me, where you should be
(Don't worry,
I won't look at you when they put you in the trashcan)
The savior-trashcan rescuing you from
The downs syndrome that might have been
[excuse me while I take a hit]
The retardation that might have been
[excuse me while I do a line]
The angry disposition that might have been
[excuse me while I take him in]
Oh, my little cabbage,
Either thou, or I, or both must go
See, looky there, we have a little
Shakespearean tale of our own
Isn’t that nice?
Either thou, or I, or both must go
And no, I am not ready
As much as I crave the sound of
the flatline,
I have no craving for MINE right now.
So drink, drink up and hold it in, little poppet
Drink from the poison of my blood
Drink up
Enjoy, darling little one.
Look up.
“Forgive her,
She knows not what she does,”
Cries the Martyr in defense of the Being that
Mangled, tortured, ***** her of
Everything.
“She Knows Not what she has done.”
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
Behold the wondrous, the strange
The odd, deranged!
The beautiful, the hideous
Now get you a ticket
You don’t want to miss it!
The shock and all the fright and surprise
Gather around! Feast your eyes!
Tall and short, young and old
Ladies and gentlemen, here we go!
This is the Freakshow!
Hello, hello
I’m Mike!
I chew on glass and yes, I bite.
So watch out or I just might
Impale my skin with an iron spike
Oh, I see you that you really like that
Watch me swallow swords and survive it
Watch me spit out flames
The highest that you’ll ever see
Do you dare mess with me?
Now walk on by, keep on going
There’s more to this show than what we’re showing
Behind the curtains, away from the viewing
There is a plan that the freaks are brewing
But no matter, pay no mind
You paid the fee and they’ll stay confined
Oh! Looky here! Isn’t this exhibit grand?
These are our lasses of highest demand!
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
I played **** jams and watched the **** cams
Without any doubt about dying
A waltzing Victorian casually avoiding IEDs
Bombs without brand names
My eyes grew sleek my fingers black
There was so much in my peripheral vision
That I hardly cared to look ahead
Bright dust motes in swarms of sun and color
My internal temperature dropped, my teeth grew
At night I slept in a hammock
With a cat at my feet
If there was a war like the looky-loos say
It never felt that way
Though I'm sure I did my share
My low chuckling at the sight of blood
Even from my child's knee
Assures me that I did my share.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC
I'm sitting here taking a ****
Looky right at a roll of ****
Well at least that's what it wipes off,
I am bored as a car on Sunday that got hit in slow motion,
By a mo-ped,
Good god I am bored as ****
THIS ISN'T EVEN A ******* POEM!
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Save yourself
Shine a light on me
Don't shed a tear
On top of the hill
There is no wealth
That I leave
Nothing here
An empty will
The dish and the spoon are on the lam
The cow is now jumping Jupiter
As the cat smashes his fiddle in a fit of frustration
While the little dog sobs after being neutered
Satan's pointed horns and hairy hooves are turn-on's for some
While coal miners stick their tongues out at gold miners
Because they will soon produces diamonds
They all laugh with the oil riggers and refiners
I admire Eeyore
He never cries
But stays grounded
And has a great outlook
It's a crawl
On the parkway
An hour drive has turned into a day trip
You've just won a million dollars!
What will you do next?
Buy a new flashy, top self life
So all the Looky Lou's will break their necks
I got shoes to fill
Things to live up to
People to face
Acorns and elder berries
I've got nothing
Can't think of a word
Baptized
Conformed and organized
Made illegal and criminalized
The dollar bill remains idolized
Until we all realize
That everything is all wrong
I chill with rising suns
And setting moons
Hot and heavy winter nights
Calm cool summer afternoons
Colonel Mustard did it in the library with a candle stick
Because the pistol had no bullets
No harm done
No fault but my own
Promises aren't broken
The hope and faith put into them are
But it's all good
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Hey looky here is the greatest
Everybody call him shameless
******* call him tameless
And dudes call him famous
He pull up on the block
**** wow look at his paces"
Even though I got them braces
Errbody be actin like they aced it
Because my words resonate like time and spaces
Don't check your watch I made it
Time, I slayed it, ******* I played it
No ps4 just mario kart cause I first placed it
Everybody call me faceless
No emotions no nun ***** I'm tasteless
I'm like the fake DNA on a crime scene, I'm trace less
Yet Im still out here solvin all these cases
Still ******* hittin me up with all they regrets
They think they made a heart theft
But really I could care less
Nah ***** just cut left
You say you miss me but you the one that left
I'm not surprised I know I was the best
I know I got you stressed
But nah I want a repel cuz now you is a pest
But still life is blessed
Bih I bet you you failed the test
Atleast you you gon be with the rest
To keep you company in these hard times and de-stress
People call me playa, but I prefer, the finesse
Wipin yo money away, like a cleanex
Look now I got an effect
I got these people tryna flex
Diss me boy yo shoes, is that payless?
You lil kid with untied laces, nah face it
You better pray to God I roast you with dem praises
No J's No K's you be boostin but look like a mess
Boi you look like a bird go fly, to your nest
You look tired from flexin on me go, take a rest
Summer 2k17 the takeover finna be the best
What can I say right now life is just blessed.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
“oh my oh my”
oh my oh my what have we here?
eyes in high beams like a stunned deer,
you must not live like this,
so scared as though awaiting death’s kiss,
oh my oh my what have we here?
passed out on the floor out from the bottles of beer?
that’s what not to do!
oh haven’t they told you?
oh my oh my what have we here?
what a large group; yet you stand in the rear?
why are you separated from them?
when eyes look there’s one thing; REM.
oh my oh my…
don’t you just want to die,
look at your life just rushing by,
every word you speak; a proven lie,
oh dear, oh dear,
what do we have here?
universe crashing down,
the corrupted royal crown,
oh my oh my do you think of that lass?
you heart is made of glass,
her followers make a mass,
you know the test, but will you pass?
oh my oh my oh my oh my,
this place is a pig sty!
clean up your person,
lobotomic insertion?
looky here looky here,
come over near,
oh my oh my what a knife,
this is not the proper way to end a strife!
oh lord oh lord,
no life shall be bored,
look at all this legend and lore!
we must explore!
--JacobDexterCoffey--
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
News on the Internet
*** it’s the age of hyperbole!
Legendary icons dropping their jaws!!
Aliens in spaceships watching humans flee
A purple polar bear flapping twelve paws!!!
Blockbuster! Stunning!! Your life will be changed!!!
Putin really is that albino monk!!!!
And did you hear that the Pope is deranged!?!?!?!?!?
He keeps in the Vatican a sacred skunk!!!!!!!
Tectonic plates are shifting; France is gone!
Heart-stopping, eye-popping, cow-flopping news!!
****** called it in on his new smart ‘phone!!!
It’s all the fault of the Catholics and Jews!!!!
Mass graves in Texas, Ireland, and The Hague!
Looky here, see, here’s some pictures an’ stuff!!
Okay, the sources are a little vague
But we want to believe, and that’s enough!!!
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
there's too many of them
why do I have to be here
there's no space for me to move
they're all watching me
look away please
itd be weird if I started biting my pen
in front of them
I need to do something
I need to calm down
what can I do?
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
I choose paper ****** I am going cellulose.
Even Cinderella knows the tone of Bellow's
Prose is bellicose. Let's smoke some bath salts
Then eat that fella's nose. What up!
To all my jellicles. Looky looky
I got hooky. Put on my robe and wizard
Hat. Speak Wookie to Sookie. If 2 cents
Equals three bucks, Skeletor has acid reflux.
Roll over based god. Don't be hoven
From your umgebung. Chew Ummagumma
To bubblegum. Get slim in your jungle
Jim. Calling all Mongolians.
Those alligators have razor bumps. If they
Publish this bunkum Faber & Faber
Are chumps. Plants have lovely lady lumps,
Trucks like sanitation dumps. Angler
Fish love lamp. El Dorado love Ponyboy.
Caught a full house on the Rio Grande complete
With domovoi. Know how I know you're poor?
The roaches on your toilet can sing Ode to Joy.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
I ain't a professional, but i am special-- feel me?
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 11:23 PM UTC
The Muslims attacked Israel
And nukes were headed to our shore
I'll say to myself this was the day the world ended
This life was kind of a bore
I tried to do what was right
At least I could say that to myself
As day turned into night
I think the male ****** is boring
And stupid
Don't ask me why
At some point I didn't care
If I didn't make a female friend
I didn't even try
I went to see
The monkey at the zoo
To have a looky-loo
Just a monkey eatin'
And a swinging from the trees
No hopes, dreams, or desires
Just livin' so carefree
And as the nukes dropped
I discovered a spontaneous side of Me
I waved at the monkey
Swingin' from the tree
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
but face it, with me, you're at least standing on your own two feet... better an enemy you know, than a "friend" you don't... and that saying is as old as the world, beginning with the infamous brother cain; and nothing good ever came from enforcing love, in the guise of a movement toward a conglomerate... look how john lenon's love jingle went down... let alone jesus.
you obviously never taken a ****
or a **** in a construction site
toilet... have you?
there are two great teachers -
it's either the army,
or it's the construction site...
most of the people on the internet
would have a mental break-down
after just one day on
the construction site...
do a summer on a construction
and you'll leave it
with a hard lizard skin...
oh believe me,
post-2004 it was racist graffiti
against central europeans,
the usual go home...
etc.,
then romania & bulgaria joined
the "gracious project",
the "hate speech"... no, just
blunt racism...
shifted to them...
its actually fun to watch these
entries in toilet cubicles...
second class racists...
couldn't scribble openly on walls
for pedestrains to see...
had to scuttle like vermin
and write it in toilet cubicles...
but hey... since we're playing
pass the parcle...
i was going to cite
a john agard poem: half-caste...
but i think i have one better...
and oh looky looky, it also
involes arabs...
so... what you're basically saying
is that: you're a half-baked ******
p.s. that question?
it's not really regarding afro-saxons,
its more or less regarding
those oil-drenched olivers
and olivettes.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC