Posts tagged poet
Posts tagged poet
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The lights are down low on high,
there starts with one and three go a rye.
There’s one everyone cares about…
Topless Cassandra cleans the tub
in eerie light,
slow and dumb.
Topless Cassandra,
she’s alright,
I’d pay a nickel to watch her flight…
and back and forth she scrubs,
I care if I haven’t seen her face.
Wonder if she’s embarrassed
out there like that,
‘even a lace around her neck.
She’d probably welcome it,
and I’d reckon she lives alone
in a place kinda like this…
Topless Cassandra cleans the tub;
who knows why,
is she even pretty?
Topless Cassandra don’t know why
these folks round’ here don’t know no better.
I’m not no better than the rest,
I’d be the first to admit it.
Cassandra whatshername is scrubbin’ up her tears
I reckon,
and in each second checking the reflection of tall dark men overhead
and praying for god to take her in and love her again.
She’s been waiting for someone to love her again.
Walls left wanting
through heat and cold and nothingness,
so that anything seems better.
I’ve watched the flocks fly further south in arrows of aerial excellence,
but never more than now.
I know they’ll be back for there truly is no place like home,
until then it’s such that anything is more.
I think “What have they done to earn it?”
Every land is steeped in moods until circumstances creep up and ruin you…
and I just can’t take the delusional
who believe the Earth is entirely longitudinal,
with all their “Kiss my ass! Who are you?”
It’s simply disgusting.
You won’t suffer a moment to enjoy the precious ocean beach?
What will you ever know of real love then?
If it’s always breezy,
how will you appreciate still clothes then?
And still hair?
I’m still there,
and wondering how thoughts are more shallow then the ocean beach,
thinner,
yet I’m drowning in it…
and everyone’s gone home.
Blue isn’t dark,
it’s the beauty of what might be.
I think of it as shining,
in the blackest shade of night beams.
Who’ve come unequivocally from the moon,
even he shines blue about me,
and if you look real close (real real close)
you can see him winking.
It’s the light side of a thing,
the color that blue brings.
The words from my keystrokes
soundly sending you to sleep (or so I hope),
beneath a sleeping moon now,
who’s done all he can do now,
but wow! It’s still enough for us.
Dark isn’t dark,
it’s but the cloak of a frowned thing.
My smile from down the hall pierces your skin…
and us, we’re not alive,
only the absence of vacuums in flesh.
Blue isn’t dark,
it’s the beauty of what might be.
I think of it as shining,
in the blackest shade of night beams.
Who’ve come unequivocally from the moon,
even he shines blue about me,
and if you look real close (real real close)
you can see him winking.
It’s the light side of a thing,
the color that blue brings.
The words from my keystrokes
soundly sending you to sleep (or so I hope),
beneath a sleeping moon now,
who’s done all he can do now,
but wow! It’s still enough for us.
Dark isn’t dark,
it’s but the cloak of a frowned thing.
My smile from down the hall pierces your skin…
and us, we’re not alive,
only the absence of vacuums in flesh.
I wore a jacket,
I wore a jacket.
It felt cool,
it felt cool.
Maybe I dreamt it,
maybe I dreamt it…
maybe my dreams will come true.
Have you ever thought how lucky we are?
“I don’t know much of luck, only happiness.
If that’s an offshoot then I get on my knees and pray for more
but if not then fuck it.”
“I treat luck like misfortune
because with each higher echelon the latter becomes more of a burden.”
You’re ungrateful for reasons you know.
“It’s in our nature and I’m not the least bit ashamed.”
“You can almost hear it in the name…”
How are we all friends?
The smell of weed smoke yet again,
an unwanted toke from within,
we’re speaking in tongues
and being lost in the falsities of
the constant rebuttals of
hiding behind the most solid of rubbles
but never solid enough…
fall, shatter, bust.
Solid again,
then put under the pressure of clockwork notions.
In with the tide,
out with the speedboats carrying bodies away.
Have you ever thought how lucky we are?
“I don’t know much of luck, only happiness.
If that’s an offshoot then I get on my knees and pray for more
but if not then fuck it.”
“I treat luck like misfortune
because with each higher echelon the latter becomes more of a burden.”
You’re ungrateful for reasons you know.
“It’s in our nature and I’m not the least bit ashamed.”
“You can almost hear it in the name…”
How are we all friends?
The smell of weed smoke yet again,
an unwanted toke from within,
we’re speaking in tongues
and being lost in the falsities of
the constant rebuttals of
hiding behind the most solid of rubbles
but never solid enough…
fall, shatter, bust.
Solid again,
then put under the pressure of clockwork notions.
In with the tide,
out with the speedboats carrying bodies away.
Summertime and all so havent been around yknow, message me and tell me about what yall have been up to this summer… I DO CARE.
