"lusitania" poems
a coin harlot he showers the day
with his turn of phrase that would sell
a sunken city to a floating fat man
the floating man
isnt really fat
but he belives himself to be
after all they wouldnt lie on tv would they
so he spends his lackluster days
become a deeper shade of golden tan and thinner by
shouting phrases of strangers arguments at
the passing clouds
nawing on the bone of contentious verbal meat
he floats in a life peserver
from the Lusitania
and its well peserved sanitys sealed in a jar
which he grips with a fevered hand they
are both his bane and plastic fantastic lover doll
all rolled into one evil mocking grin rubber ducky smelling henchwoman
she languishes in her sand and shell embrace of her lips
her rubber ducky superglue scent
is her own chinese man trap
after all dosnt every man secretly desire a love affair with
his rubber duck
they wouldnt lie about that on tv now would they
course not, dont be silly
i wait for first my ride home
but failing that
i will swim
goodnight and sleep tight
least you find yourself a rubber ducky
you can f@%ky
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
The rats in the walls are chewing our cable lines
The channels that work on the TV are as follows
11 - where we watch the news
29 - where we sometimes watch shows on Thursdays
4 - That’s where we watch sports on Sundays when the Vikings lose again
Wicked September winds are killer in the morning
And all throughout the day
October is relentless,
She pierces like a *****
And our wooden walls can’t stand up to her.
When we watched the Lusitania go down
On that warm May evening
Our hearts sank deeper than its hull
The war was just beginning
The war was just beginning
And when we watched the sailors go up in flames
Screaming for his mothers warm embrace
Sinking with the ship and his captain
Floundering in the warm bay of Ireland
I knew you were dying inside
When you saw the war begin
And I saw it ignite in your eyes
The war was just beginning
The war was just beginning
September mornings seem to get us still
It’s cold in the rafters where the snow owl has chosen to live
At least he keeps the mice away
We can thank him for that later.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 12:27 PM UTC
It's hard being perfect in a world where it's physically impossible when everybody being flawed
Don't expect me to be your Jack's Mannequin
I have my flaws and i'm proud to be human
I wouldn't want to be someone who never has a defect at all
I want to come off as human and real for others
My ship usually sinks daily
But i'm the Captain so i got this
Or it will be a mental Lusitania
Causing me to prepare for war
Towards my conflicting thoughts
I won't wait like President Wilson
Action will be called upon
But i won't waste a second
I'm keeping this ship above water
My passengers will be safe
It's all on my shoulders
Keep your cannons holstered
We don't want this to really happen
Send your youth back home
They didn't want this.
I sure in hell didn't either.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
This Lusitania sails on me
she
is Majesty,
her ocean holds mystery,
this Titanic will sink and be
a part of her history.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Is what you get
London Bridges falling down
Lest We forget
September Eleventh
Brooklyn Bridges falling down
Always We remember
In dedicated horror
Pearl Harbor
San Francisco Bridges falling down
From the sinking of the Lusitania
To genocide in Albania
Burning bridges
Fall
ing
Dowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn
Profoundly it dawns regardless of all that’s left behind. In my mind
All is fine
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Invincible for the empire roman;
That fury and vengeance was his language;
How Viriathus as vanquish around 200 years;
And lusitânia wasn't clears;
Port du graal was it's the place;
How was hidden the Holy Graal;
The secrets and wars was case;
And raise the Portugal;
The Kingdom for war and conquer ;
Was spoken by a glory Europe;
The spanish, french,english and Dutch ;
Bowed over the mighty Avis Master;
The glory and death of The Empire ;
Was not clear , the kindgom was gone;
The King D.Manuel II wasn't the bel;
But was bare wire;
Know Lusitania is lost;
So high is the cost?;
We never know the reason;
But Iberians gonna be the new season;
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
I was writing you a letter
a letter with my confession
My confession
of unruly decision
but then my hand froze
and my body trembled
and my neck
twisted
Left,
Right,
Left,
Right,
Left,
Right,
****
My body collapsed to the floor
like the Titanic capsized
in that frozen ocean;
like the Lusitania was drowned
by the torpedo’s bite.
There I lie
staring into nothing
because nothing stares at me.
and there I let my mind creep
into the vast expanse of death
where the demons claw away
but I can only speak when I bleed.
Mutilated I hang
waiting for the moment
when I am pulled from this hellish nightmare;
the moment when I take refuge
in the sweat-soaked bed sheets
that surround me.
Yet,
That moment never comes.
I continue to hang,
speaking when I bleed.
The tree holds me,
while I reap the consequences,
of my foolish escape.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC