"razzleberry" poems
I posed a querry to the stone on the summit and from it I got neither bile. Nor vomit.crickets chirping loudly into the night. The silenced with fright at once. Time passed through the hourglass with silty silence.
So I posed a querry. Slathered in razzleberry jam to the powers that am.
And the dedafening roar of NEVERMORE did bowl me over. So I posed another. Smotherd in clover and lo and behold the universe expanded in deafening silence.
Alas I am left with para of noia .
Furtive. Distrustfull. Disgusted evunnn. As said snagglepus.
A wuss in sheeps clothing. Serpentine riddle. No front nor back nor side nor middle. Left wanting of truth left here to self ******
Awww fiddle. Hey didle didle.
The cat and the fiddle.... licking his chops
Playing all sides agin the middle
Shmaaart
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
Do you remember that July night by the Seneca River?
You snuck out your window to see me & we sipped iced tea beside the water,
listening to Johnny Cash.
That was the same night you promised to play Pink Floyd on guitar for me.
You inched so close that my heart nearly stopped.
I wish things were as simple now as they were two months ago.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC