Tag: Poetry

Chain Binge Fringe

returning from oneof the better weekends… this is reallythe first real show I’ve been to this yeartrying to support my friends some turn around screw me overlast second I forgive weaknessDon’t forgive evil or whatever it ispeople are bent outta shape on soup of the dayword of the daytheme of the dayI’m carefully observingcarefully sayingbut…… Continue reading Chain Binge Fringe

The Festival

the park Festbeautiful Saturday afternoonsome of the best bands out theredoing it up ripping the waves the crowds tear at your anklesand balance back out by the endsoundscapeswith thirty some bands it’sthe kid in a candy shop feelingsome of which areIntegrity, Adolescents, The Dead Milkmenand tomorrow Cro-mags, Kook Keith, Bad Brainscertainly a lot of funand…… Continue reading The Festival

I Throw

quest your tree erroneouslyin this life there’s nothing to ityou’ll cry less when you diespat of spite all the accountshave been loggedfootprints and dust onthe shoulder cliffslost cries at the door without meaningflip the record over now damnitmy grandfather’s newspaperat the breakfast tableI blow snot into nakins from my noseI throw rocks through glass buildingsfrom…… Continue reading I Throw

Nice Guys

predatoryhunt the scent of thigh bloodI know where ya bombin fromcrass enough all creatures have crosseda line of conscious expansionto move language along in the free car wash lovinglyI try to explain basic thingsshe says with a little more to drinkor smokeshe’ll be able to explainmy life path way and philosophy it is good to…… Continue reading Nice Guys

Some Direction

good intentions matched with positive action or right action brings smile after smile in all directionsto not have a job if just for a little twinkling eye of a moment and rest up a bit… gracious heart wells up with pride and verbal thanks which will hopefully be enough to fight back some of the…… Continue reading Some Direction

Days

what silly days of leisure resting to catch up on all I missed as a corporate whorewhat silly one-meal days barking from a bridgegathering couragespeaking for an idea and a realm that changes and glad to go on not jumping which would end all experiencethe city life downtown has some of these bartenders passing out…… Continue reading Days

Speak The Speak

pick your chick upoff the floordo it do it rightokay say some dip isat the end can youplease slide it on downand put on some jazz likesome Charlie Parkercough condiments and stringsrearrange the deermake the shock matterthis is what punks are for…making electricitysay ooh world shock me likean electric peelyou tip the first domino on…… Continue reading Speak The Speak

Couch Sitting Pride Musing

afternoon chair thedownstairs neighborsends up smoke signalsfrom his cigarthe retired gruff gentlemanmaking me wonder if I myselfwon’t in fact turnout gruff if I makeit around to thatage and what willit be?time itself isthe major factor butcan’t I rise gracefully?gotta let those cigarettes go or… of course jobs themselves ifthey go against…let me clarifysee, you could…… Continue reading Couch Sitting Pride Musing