these bones are rotting
disbelieving, persistent
the concept foreign
by ap
words, though elegant,
merely express a concept.
grandma has a cock.
by ap
too young for this pain
vioxx nortriptylene
darvon skelaxin
by ap
Kafkaeque Kerouac Kevorkian...
Sillmarillion Sid and Nancy Dr. Suess
Anton LaVey Tim LaHaye Louis L'amour
by Moxie
the horror about Tim
is he did what we might do
without remorse, blind...
by Moxie
still mute... fading...
shut up I say more, claymore,
than melatonin.
by McVeigh
should be third under those
twat says he knows. "What!?"
all their concerns, been spying
on them for years now.
by unconceding
the pestilent is
told by our allies, "global
warming is deadly,
weaponry is waste,
don't target federation:
truth about sky guys."
by unconceding
pain puddles with rain
but bitter mud-suckers
hate one, everyone.
by Miss Everything
will it be zum or
dba that we go to play?
i would love to know!
by octavia of nyc
that proves it he's dead
forgotten man is now gone
we eat what we like
by mellie
dead still. hammer down.
forget clits, who's killing the
great chefs of europe?
by McVeigh
O my appetite
make mine almost raw please mate
running juice is fine
by mellie
as for the message
please make mine medium rare
bad haiku well done
by ap
all too commonly
medium as the message
is a rarity
by ash
clits - you forgot clits
you know, the little pink part
with all the flavor
by ap
titties ass titties
ass ass titties titties ass
and titties ass ass
by Anonymous Poet of ass
:- the network is the liquor
:-- the network is the liquor
:- the network is the liquor
by argh
timothy mcveigh
noisier since they killed you
than you were in life
by ash
cremation gone cold
hit that creep with a hammer
that should shut him up
by mellie
dead still. voted off
the planet... and then some, but
consider all this:
let me injection-
er... interject, who
deserved to kill waco kids.
pineridge agent charged
with murder, cause he's ethnic,
white rascist bastards.
by McVeigh of to 11259
I'm not me. I am
you. I am everyting you
thought you knew, too true!!
by boo
twat sells europe his
mini-missles: pollution
shot outa the sky.
by unconceding
dead still, people keep
talking like I acted, as
I died, all alone
oswald didn't, the
bombers of MOVE and Waco
didn't, either. moot.
by McVeigh
out of the garage
on the road again humming
willie nelson's song
we had fun fun fun
music music music too
at the cement box
theatre tonight
twinkle twinkle little star
mum whistled loudest
by mellie
Mundane but safe life
Or longing for the magic
Who dares break the mould?
by digger
one-tel to none tell
freezing our assets off here
the wrong connections
by ash
unconceeding boo
switching handles. but ask, did
boo miss everyting?
by ap
vengeful summer day
expecting heat and lightning
drizzle clouds my mind
by ap
i've lived a hard life
i've got it so bad so bad
oh wait no i'm mi$taken!
by Anonymous Poet
no load to be blown
frustrated and flacid
time to go to sleep
by argh
:everything ok
: in Oklahoma City
: says the onion
by argh
:
: smoke another bowl
: get drunk and pass the fuck out
: school life is good
:
by argh
: jerking and smirking
: i'm gonna blow my big load
: right here in your face
by argh
Beautiful young child
Eyelash fans on petal cheeks
Sweetly sleeping rose
by digger
dead now. down to the
histories in nooks of deep
throat classifieds, yeah^
by McVeigh
and when the agents
get here, I'll lead the gang bang
of lawyers on them.
-on their sorry asses:
by McVeigh
still dead. injection
ecstacy, see you later
where we all end down.
by McVeigh
three weird bickerers
send me snicker erroring
hurpose bore-her-ing
by boo
Abigail's Anne said
something very grand, so I
am I am I am
by unconceding
sadness is your theme,
hurt is on your mind today,
something bad happen?
by octavia of nyc
small cuts seeping blood
unfold red geometry
flesh after theorem
by mount madonna mama
fat tears splash clenched fists
a low moan rises slowly
sorrow beyond words
by mount madonna mama
Madonna Mama
is quite a wordsmith, i am
very, v. impressed.
by octavia of nyc
listening for her car
he hears his own heart beating
cool pillow soothes him
by mount madonna mama
get your dead sea scrolls
operators standing by
fifty one fifty
by mount madonna mama
The big apple is
for Teva. Please come here now!
Party is waiting.
by octavia of nyc
Museum work drags
There aren't any slides to scan
I don't belong here
by Teva of LA
Heal thyself Longo
Where has your stethescope gone?
You have no patients
by Teva of LA
We three must have lame
Jobs. Do we just play on the
Internet all day?????????
by Mike Longo of Philly
