Poems

[Grape Johnson]

Got any poems? Can you freestyle a rap poem? Here's an oldie.

(An african preacher told me this in a dream.)

I collect toe nails!
finger nails
hair that's long grown
Crusty mucus dead skin
none of it my own

Toe nails! Finger nails!
Covering my walls
snow flakes of
dead skin
I watch as it falls.

A confetti of peelings
reign on my kneeling

Ashes to ashes
dust is no must
a part of you's mine
in this room of disgust

A part of you's here
a part of you's near

A part of you's missing
a part of you's furious
a part of you's hissing
a part of you's curious

This room will be a palace
over time of course
i will lay in the dust
and add with my corpse

I'll name this room Jesus
in honor of the horse
for we died for his sins
and he had no remorse.

[kari]

grape jelly you a weird motherfucker

[kari]

I was going to perform this poem at a local bowlo. But I was kind of forbidden to go & I had an anxiety attack anyways

It's called Euthanasia Clinic

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1nu9g43pDao

[Obfuscate]

Slide Rules

like melted curcuit wax/helium he drips out the side ear, intersecting
generational flaws meet and greet.
stale beer mistakes swallowed.
left behind: the only cause
left sheer in retrospect;
body and mind flowing in hair rivlets
to the sun. a choice remained
after all the rest had followed
the great ink escalator to the top.
will you drink now or later?
shit the bed and now you hate her.
knowing best won't make you stop.

you can't wrap a bag around each foot
like so much dirt and roots.
you're bringing down a trade route map
detailing every gap in-sanity
just for the hell of it
while i hide it in the pronouns.
a series of ladders and chutes
leading to doors; spirits that rap
out a victimless homicide of truth.
spindle legs rolled out flat.
line your clouds in gold;
the rainy season has just begun
and your umbrella has begun to fold.

[interprétation erronée]

gravel-people on a perpetual train rolling bumping rearranged
crumbs with cognition and theory of mind
amalgamated dust with no reason or rhyme?

[interprétation erronée]

attention starvation/mental fornication with shapes

small chest big butt, please look at my cheeks
I like to pick up things without bending my knees
happily wedded pear with soft bulbous cheeks
vying for anyones admiration like sugarbugs beg for sweets
worship me by fashioning me into a pillow
now fall to sleep my love as leaves do on willows
knead my fluffy dough box and I will billow whispers debuting
Valentine fumes infused with gratitude and nebulous cooing
plaster my buns on the walls of your heart
call out to my tookus little boy when your scared in the dark
bite big chunks and chew them like gelatin
savor my bum in your fantasies like a plump candied Wellington
borrow my butt and put it in a sack
now go convince the whole world to worship my big fat ass
drown me in your drool massage me til I'm sticky
then we'll poop together in the same toilet
I love you, seduce me, but don't touch me, watch me wiggle
I'm WIGGLING I'm crying now I'm WIGGLING again I'm all hot and bothered
denim, pencil skirts, promenading salacious pandamonium
ooooh aaaah ooooh aaaah oooooh
I'm in your mind, dancing, and thrusting endless mockeries at your impotence
yeeessssss mmmmm

[Wolf]

Of fairy tales and nightingales
are women's dreams of love made of
Through stormy night and windy gales
always Mr. Right they dream of
But perfect knights are hard to find
rarer still, men who are kind
Rarer even more are women who understand
that perfection's only ever in the mind

[Starjots]

Ode to a Pyrrhic Victory

The crowd cheered
Their packetized voices bouncing across the optical fibers and airwaves
We won they said, sitting at home or goofing off at the office
While somewhere a baby dolphin died
And a baby bee died
And a baby

Nature's an insistent everything
Everywhere and everywhen
We can put it off
Pretending we play a higher game
Breaking into the earth's savings account
Spending black sunlight
Playing god because we believe in gods
And gods make nature and not the other way around
And that's how we like it
That's how we got here
So there's that

Monkeys hooting in the forest know
Don't take those bananas for granted
Rabbits hopping know
Don't stray too far from the burrow
Things have to eat you to stay alive
And they will eat
And if you top the food chain
Everything beneath you can be your death
Broken links
Dry waterholes
A butterfly

The slot machine paid out
We won they said, gathered round
The chips flow out becoming money
Somebody owes us now
Dig the Earth and pay up

[Sinny]

Lol, comes to something when Kali calls somebody else "weird"

[Revenant]

(Isn't poetry supposed to be depressing? Here, let me try...)
(I just came up with this on the spot, so forgive me if it's not Silvia Plath level of depressing.)

Nothing is real
It's not empty space
But something we can feel
It's cold touch upon your face

It can cloud your sight
As you read life in braille
Against Nothing you may fight
But inevitably fail

From the past it infects
Like the darkest of fogs
The future it infests
Like the most putrid of bogs

Because nothing is real
It's a thing you can see
Something you can feel
Stretching into eternity