A few random poems. Some posted before, some not. This used to be the best place on here and hopefully it starts getting better...
Wrapped Up
wake up just to fall,
caterpillar,
down the sappy branches
and withered leaves,
cocoon is full of fleas
and twisted shut by children,
if only could have only flown,
you would've been a moth
Rested but Restless
if the buzzer clock were a rooster,
my hands would ring its neck,
and the shining sun's a bitch who won't make me breakfast,
yet I awake to the coldness of this bright summer day,
with a finger to the sky,
snubbing all creation,
and awaiting possibilities unseen,
without illusion or employment to hold me from life,
each kick in the pants I will feel
Your Wedding
babies tumble down the jagged mountains from the hands that aren't worth holding,
eyes with powers of avalanches blow one last kiss,
frogs were wrapped in latex,
looking for a princess,
but the building couldn't stand by your gaze,
the passion's in the pudding,
and we strive to be alive,
bells continue ringing,
but aren't heard by anyone.
Favorite Day
hey little boy,
come dance with me, sonny.
before I go die,
and my body breaks down,
decomposes into roses,
and to dirt and mud.
when it's wet I'll be slimy,
snails and crickets do a jig on my spine.
hey little boy,
come dance with me, sonny.
dance slow,
why hurry?
wear a daisy in your pocket,
you're not dying today.
dip me, dip me,
pick me up if you drop me.
hey little boy,
come dance with me, sonny.
tapdance on the sidewalk,
as they load me in the van.
they drive me away and you hold my bony hand,
tap,tap,tap,
the side of my box,
tap.
Wrapped Up
wake up just to fall,
caterpillar,
down the sappy branches
and withered leaves,
cocoon is full of fleas
and twisted shut by children,
if only could have only flown,
you would've been a moth
Rested but Restless
if the buzzer clock were a rooster,
my hands would ring its neck,
and the shining sun's a bitch who won't make me breakfast,
yet I awake to the coldness of this bright summer day,
with a finger to the sky,
snubbing all creation,
and awaiting possibilities unseen,
without illusion or employment to hold me from life,
each kick in the pants I will feel
Your Wedding
babies tumble down the jagged mountains from the hands that aren't worth holding,
eyes with powers of avalanches blow one last kiss,
frogs were wrapped in latex,
looking for a princess,
but the building couldn't stand by your gaze,
the passion's in the pudding,
and we strive to be alive,
bells continue ringing,
but aren't heard by anyone.
Favorite Day
hey little boy,
come dance with me, sonny.
before I go die,
and my body breaks down,
decomposes into roses,
and to dirt and mud.
when it's wet I'll be slimy,
snails and crickets do a jig on my spine.
hey little boy,
come dance with me, sonny.
dance slow,
why hurry?
wear a daisy in your pocket,
you're not dying today.
dip me, dip me,
pick me up if you drop me.
hey little boy,
come dance with me, sonny.
tapdance on the sidewalk,
as they load me in the van.
they drive me away and you hold my bony hand,
tap,tap,tap,
the side of my box,
tap.
