sometimes when I open my stolen dictionary
I witness Mr. Frost sitting in the woods
watching the trees drop their leaves
he attaches a word to each leaf
Tag: thought and feeling
——HANDCUFFED TO DEATH, GEORGE JONES THROWING ROCKS AND CURSING THE LIFE HE LIVED, THE LIFE HE LET SLIP BY——
THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE JUST THE PASSING OF GAS, NO ENUNCIATION JUST BUBBLES
NO SHOW JONES WITH A PILLOWCASE OVER HIS HEAD
STRIPPED OF MATERIAL PROSPERITY
NO SHOW JONES DECREPIT
HOLDING HANDS
WITH DEATH
——WAKE UP AT 6PM AND PEOPLE ASK ME IF I PARTY——
Strangers watching television in the living room and I don’t even realize that I’m at home. I was sure that I didn’t own a TV that size. Turns out that someone brought it over and jacked my Wi-Fi and they were watching antics at the Dylan household. Seems Bob was getting fresh stuffing for an evening out.
one leg thicker than the other
difficult upper teeth
cruel smiles
from his own premises
things were as they should be
Mister Bob Dylan in grade school boots
a gentleman and an intentional Christian
understanding his penis had gone Quixote
——NO SECRET, JESUS HAS THE BEST BICYCLE IN HEAVEN——
Private Jesus listens to Patsy Cline. Jesus has feelings too.
Heaven will give us employment
our work will supply us with pleasure
our work will never be completed no matter
People say that I loaned Johnny Cash money but that’s not true. I just gave him the funds. Johnny and June were family.
Johnny was the great Husbandman
June, his earthly garden
sometimes when the good stuff came to town
Johnny would hoot and holler
surely this is what our Lord meant
TOILING AND SPINNING/GOLD AND SILVER IN ABUNDANCE
standing in the shadows while their world is destroyed
poor devils on the evening news
knowing not what direction
they tumble or fall
Adele donated an acorn
(+) wavering and tossed about, weightless on Earth
mick jagger gives up music
becomes a lobster fisherman
drowns on the first day out
a poor choice of clothes
a poor choice of shoes
even in death
his brain
was still teeming
alert to everything
other bandmates squeezing
his dong in the casket
was it fair ?
RECOGNITION OF THE PROBLEM’S COMPLEXITY
ATTRACTIVE FEMALE IN A BUICK WITH FIVE HORNEY REDNECKS ATTRACTIVE FEMALE IN A BUICK WITH FIVE GAY MEN
Reality: a misquotation from Emily Dickinson:
you could borrow me
return me free of charge
I am a gift (often unopened)
THE GIFT NOT OPENED
Please do not count my number, just ignore me, I am yesterday before space grown cotton socks, before Mick Jagger, some woman singing about being a “woman”, I find myself, “the gift not opened”, possibly the same thing, perhaps once opened I would generate a large number of gifts, I am easily fascinated, liking both silence and noise, never a dull moment I might smoke and ingest, edibles and the strange world, smell me I remind lovers of a blossoming apple tree, dig up the grave of Robert Frost and send me visual proof, sometimes I exist in a TV Western but that is private, best friends with a benevolent hero, unfolding gay cowboys, untidy women who will put their cooter on display, ultimately unavoidable—Michael the gift, the gift unopened
——ASKING THE ATTENDANTS TO STAND BACK FARTHER IN CASE SOMEONE TAKES A PHOTO——
SOMETIMES I FIND IT DIFFICULT TO EMPLOY PROPER FILTERS
Satan was on television this morning
he had permission from above
to impose his temptations
to offer his wares
young white boys
willing to kill strangers
both sides of the Law
wanting violence
from cradle to grave
sitting at the table
blood and guts
behind the screen
death is rather nasty
mommy and daddy
blood monsters
rape and plunder
hide before the sun goes down
(+) Satan was on television this morning
he had permission from up above
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 