here while I wait for the coops
a person looking into the store
meets michael and the booms
two total
boom boom
"yr groceries were roses"
gertrude grubbed
against us
so we set out with one
good ol' eye toward
ourselves boxed er
subtracted by light
um, both
both both
bout bout a pig
the farm we've left
inside us still
drafting the windows
the
women we'll need
to remember beaches
and those Zuk'd steeds
galloping beside us
What is this, POMO!?!
ReplyDeleteno its popomo, heh!?!
ReplyDeletewho are you uincy, really,heh, like you'll tell!?!
ReplyDeleteooh, I like that,
like you'll
tell
really,
you'll
tell,
like that, ooh,
ooh,
you'll
tell.
this poem sort of reminds me of nick cage's character in...wait wait wait for it...here's a poem called
ReplyDeleteTHE WICKERMAN
wisteria had none of these
though desperately making over
felicity huffman in drag
almost won an oscar
sponsered irish sacrifice
caged sweat and fire and
Ty Beckford's megaphone
on a rampage to get this
pagan faced god
built and up to par
for the course less taken
is the course less seen
when Cooper busts his
Rhazel rap with Bhanu
running topless shouting
"cyborg cyborg, from what
liminal space?!" invaders
invading the living space
balls out on Bob Barker
shouting "it's $39 you idiot"
savants saving the Sakkis-mask
from certain death and
"where are the condoms anyways?"
Where are the condoms?!?
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