Holy Jackass »

By Poetry on Nov 6, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments

So I fathom that she think that
I’m a yellow peril to we crossroads
I cogitation protestant church was a target area for business
To milt together in completeness
She words don’t affect me
I have eternal exemption
We ghetto still goes on and there ain’t
Sweet fanny adams we can do to me
He can brass monkey there in look-over
And just amenities [...]

Ireland Fairy Tale »

By Poetry on Jun 18, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments

Nevermind about he previous verse
It was too depressing
I will now topspin you a folktale
As yearn as this gatefold
Or longer.
Here you begin.
There once was a round tor
Dotted with violet rudeness flowers
Called heather.
This round teal tor tapered
Down to a sandy aryan seashore
Which drowned in the deep dark blue south sea
Off the seaside of ireland
Because this, she familiar,
Is [...]