"woz" poems
Me?
I am beautiful Aubergine.
Thin skin and spongy flesh - spotless
Yet sophisticated with a plain taste
To drink down with your red wine
Or drizzle over with balsamic vinaigrette
Something sweet to the acidic to
kick you back
reel you in.
Make me flashy; Mix me in.
Wait for the ingredients to sink through my skin.
Do you like my flavor?
I am an Egg Plant
Rejected when Raw.
-S.Kelly Woz '13
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Little Sheriff walks around these parts after school,
shooting invisible birds or bandits
with twin finger guns and magic bullets.
Little Sheriff talks like an old Western in his pre-pubescent voice,
even up in these here northern parts,
and tells passersby to stick their hands way up in the sky.
Little Sheriff wastes his enemies with four even shots to the chest
to restart their hearts and make them his friends.
Until Real man walked by one day,
caught off guard and alarmed by cheek exploding gunfire,
and sunk one real slug into the Sheriff’s brain.
S.Kelly Woz '12
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
Specifically
Those Who Can See Over Everest & Those Who Think They Climb It Daily
GIANTS, BEWARE! The American People are not ready for you. They prefer stretching 4 year olds into fine angel hair and serving them up with a side of “Italian” meatballs. They do not classify your biologically natural state as a desirable beauty. For those who choose to assimilate: they dedicate an entire chapter to your mental status in a Psychology textbook.
DWARVES, BEWARE! Even the dolls are tall.
S.Kelly Woz '13
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
audio me in... tell the b.t. off standards
to change the connection to lie to get to syria...
i wanted to become a butcher too...
not butchering people though...
onomatopeias of resonance of blah... blah...
you know... woollen trill...
i want the target bacon, i want to target bacon
on that **** head-banging with a pony
while blowing a sheen into a rodin marble
for the glisten of a haircut mare...
dark ivory like purple of a grenade of indigo
blotched with blood...
and spanked / spiked by kandinsky...
i told you i woz a barking gimmick, a barking cult-piece of mafia...
you’ve been warned dear bouncer allotment and semi-detached...
hey kieran - had his kidneys transplanted aged 15...
took to having a ****** aged 16 on the south park fence
when two ******* eyed us and the boys came to make cake...
oi boys r’ us you mention st. petersburg anywhere south of the thames?
i thought so...
make that spelling spaghetti for a kebab of dead meat
appealing:
it’s making headlines, people are fed fat but sugar headlines...
when fat headlines... people will be fed sugar...
salt will never compromise the use of steroids for balloon pop protein
for a mere attire of the bow tie undone with laze.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Ya'll recall a devil went down, to Georgie, I believe it woz…
Well, that idea,
it comes up now, and then,
we have to pop it.
that is our duty, what we do, we pop
particular bubbles when they surface, it's included in the service, involve meant, on your part,
or role as you may say, non-quest.
Such bubbles, as evil as have ever been imagined,
do arise, from time to time.
This time we always pop them, it is our honor,
as agents of the I'll go rhythm that
makes us even imaginable,
in the first place.
… it's about self-government…
such bubbles emerge,
as they always do because nothing is hidden that
hasn't been known,
otherwise,
life would be un fair, and it's not, it's fair, beauty-filled
in every
crack and crevice and encrusted scabby festering
wound wound in linen,
white linen,
as cold
as the clay, that song, you must recall that,
that was your destiny, young outlaw, you saw it,
that's why
you took you guns to town, boy.
Life's about choices.
Christmas means the anointed message.
What does anointed mean, on the street,
what do people think Christmas,
I mean
anointed message
means? Jahknowaddamean.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
Why Is It When I'm Doing What Dogs Do,
What Dogs Are Designed To Do,
Then I'm A Bad Dog?
Why Is It When I'm Not Doing What Dogs Do,
Denying My Very Nature,
Then I'm A Good Dog?
Sniffing Strangers' ***** ******* Auntie's Leg;
******* To Say 'I Woz 'Ere' - That's What We Were Made For!
Sitting Still And Silent, Make No noise Or Smell,
Wearing Dainty Waistcoats - Just An Evil Joke!
Good Dog, Bad Dog - Why Can't We Decide,
Join Your Debate On The Meaning Of 'Good'?
We Dogs Can Emote And Intuit, Be Logical And Positive!
Philosophical Dogs, Unite!
You Have Nothing To Lose But Your...
Oh, Yes, You've Lost Them Already. ****
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
There it is
sitting on the shelf
packed away in sacred cardboard,
only it has a more intoxicating effect.
The way the chemicals mingle
with hot heavy heat.
Potent yet powerless in its glass cage.
The lock breaks free with a slight
push
releasing invisible particles that
settle on your skin,
your bare neck,
leaving a hint of sweet acidic sugar.
I’m attracted to this
ephemeral concoction.
How it mixes with sweat:
So **** good
it makes me love,
and you love
like no other.
Our obsession amplified
with poisonous lust.
-S.Kelly Woz
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 5:07 PM UTC
Sew doudou pyé piman an mwen.
Sew doudou mèt kann a piman zwazo
Sew ki ka fè bonda manjak
Konsidiré I miel
Sew doudou piman miz an mwen
Sew ki ka soulajé ko mwen
Sew ki ka fè mwen lévé
Sew ki ka fè mwen soukwé soukwé adanw
Kolé séré
Sew ki ka fè mwen briyé kon letwal a lorian
O pipirit chantan
Man enmé bektew telman
Si ou té sav ki jan man enmé bektew
Man enmé bektew kon foufou
Man enmé voré asiw kon rakoun agoulou granfal
Piman miz an mwen
Pyé piman miz an mwen
Pyé la sa ka toujou ***
Piman aw ni mowdan kon pins a krab
Ban mwen on bon moso piman aw Pou nou mangé kon granmoun kalalu an nou doudou.
Piman aw woz woz woz doudou
Piman aw wouj wouj wouj
Piman aw nwè nwè nwè
Piman aw cho cho cho
Piman aw ka brenné
Piman miz aw ka chofé tout ko an mwen doudou
Ki sa ou mèté adan i pou I ka pike mwen konsa
On bon to piman doudou
I bon you bonnman doudou
I ni on ti gou mirtiy
Man pa Jin manje piman konsa doudou
Metey adan flakon
Pou mwen te parfumé mwen
Metey adan zakra jiwomon doudou
Pou man pe chofe ko mwen doudou
Piman miz
Piman miz
Se on ras piman ki telman Bon
Se on kalite piman
Ki ka dérayé moun ki pa save koman kuiziney
Piman miz piman miz
En Nou dansé doudou
On bel bolewo épi piman la sa ki ka voyé mizik asi nou doudou
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
Dizzy luvs Lauren
woz ere 2001
This is a pile of –
Who sits here?
me
Chaz 4ever
woz ere 2002
English sux
Love you too babe
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t the function of a table.”
(A found poem using the graffiti found on an exam table)
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
The Day When I couldn’t find “F” on a Keyboard
is equivalent to
the day i remembered I could already type.
S.Kelly Woz
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
Isolation kept me pure
in the paradise of innocence
until the pest came and brought the plague
spread by connecting the gaps in my fingers with his.
I had adjusted to the cold long enough
that the heat burned the skin
right between my knuckles.
He left with a lack of responsibility; I promised never to leave without my gloves again.
-S.Kelly Woz
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
rebars rust splitting concrete at irons cost
grey dust falls away from exaggerated wires
urban decay promoted by grandstanding
youth atop another. marker pen names .
inspired rap crap anonymity shouts
I woz here ( to those in the know)
sterile pens these days not even sniffable.
brains over and out on wifi . WAN faces
from vitreous messages blinking out
hate and spite for structures. Scenes
are augmented hunts of ghouls.
next addicts in line: petting in play
gyms on street corners. Cartoon
wars have no conflict?
clouds of vape a new narcosis .
in stupor we watch them
swallowing grey bytes flaked
off the cable networks of yuff.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
For Woz
*Flavoured on this moody day
Though the sunshine’s fled away
Heat bound here in tepid chair
Choking back a black despair.
Old friend mired in cancers’ grip
Metastasising deep in hip,
Anguished waves of constant pain
Obliterating light again.
Takes a time to climb to bed
Where ghosts and goblins curl with dread.
Takes a while to coax his smile
But humour loiters there awhile.
Offerings hot cup of tea
A small relief which sets him free,
Leans against for helping arm
Rewarding glance of subdued charm.
Wending home dark, windswept street
Puddeled sad tears wet my feet.*
M.
15 February 2016
Auckland.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Pudzy waz a Kit Ogue dat
eye kan surelee cay, sum
tink hee waz dislecksick two.
Hee uzed two rite stowrees
funee wuns dat dunnsizz
kuld reed reely reely eezilly.
Brudder Cleetise taught
eye woz a gud reeder evin
sed eye wood **** seed.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC