a drunken buffoon
ambassador of malice
hasten forgiveness
by Lush
math, sense memory
chemistry 'tis reflexive
pure identity
by Lush
bhagavad gita
along with upanishads
fulfill med pre-reqs.
by Lush
While at Institute
I studied engineering
'midst Patels Galore
by Lush
of course the tutors
of physics and biology
hail from India
by Lush
Who owns this country?
Government for Government
Such costly ideas
by William
Cheat your online class.
Just click the link to the right.
I'll do your homework.
by Tutor-Homework.com of Math, Chemistry, & Physics -- not poetry. ;-)
Blind leading the blind
you think its about you then?
Maybe its just porn
by Anonymous Poet
and that braille as well
never trusted those blind folk
am i paranoid?
by Lush
studied ASL
so i could decipher shit
the deaf say 'bout me
by Lush
lose the thumbs up, bro
unless you're a navy seal
or an astronaut
by Lush
"There is no Dana,"
Said the thing in the icebox
"There is only Zool."
by Random
Your mom is so dumb
she even tried to make pie
...with dingleberries
by Anonymous Poet
pretensions though make
tense spirits, tense minds and the
snake oil shows ride on
by bhs
i measured my anus
and proclaimed a bloody lie
with this, i leave you
by Lush
blast the unworthy
who would forestall festivals
i dance without blame
by Lush
a tent opened wide
replete with clowns and zealots
carnival of all
by Lush
courting the joyous
seeking will without restraint
let us all flourish
by Lush
a bumbling dumbass
stumbling unharnessed, alas
harmless, the morass
by Lush
in this time of how
shall it be defined, wars, stress
hunger games, foreclosed?
by bhs
A doll is for play
To be treasured everyday
A friend come what may
by Shirley Smothers
don't feel pathetic
just as easily as that
i laugh at myself
by ash
introspection rules
the reasons for our being
are not your doing
by ash
perhaps I have my
use for you after all as
filters for some thoughts
by bhs
so what do you of
great mind offer besides
ennui and critique?
so that of course means more
thomas merton references...
by bhs
concatenation
an ineluctable chain
there is no refrain
by Lush
where is the jungle
when occidental meets east
weakened hemispheres
by Lush
retain the idle
fathom rhythms archaic
abandon pretense
by Lush
no more merton refs
he co-opted the worst of
both the east and west
by Lush
I take it no one
here read thomas merton
the wisdom of the crowd
is the end of humanity
by Anonymous Poet
a suicide jumps
to the streets, and they take cell
pictures of the event
by bhs
what is lost to the
hustle and bustle when one
is already dead
then death does not so
matter, zombies walk, shop, eat
such living dead worlds
by bhs
depends where you are
city boys, where is the noise
the quiet consumes
an hourly darkness
can you take the silence for
I abide in it
by bhs
Life is for the quick
Otherwise you might end up,
Squished on the sidewalk.
by mundane
life is deceptive
you think it could last a while
and then suddenly...
by ash
life is too short to
worry anymore about
fill in the blank here
by bhs
there's more important
things going on than my irks
or chicken fucking
by bhs
Man f*cks a chicken.
Click on this here link below.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.
by Chicken Fucker of A Farm
and so circular
the cycle keeps going till
my cycle ends but
oba dee, oba da
with or without me life goes on
earth spins, people vacation
by bhs
it just is and it's
up to me to do something
or nothing at all
by bhs
want to escape to
dreams and drams but real life does
not go away
by bhs
I get mad and then
wonder at the value of
getting up at all
by bhs
there's art and then there's
anti art, the cycle keeps
going and I lose count
by bhs
slipshod premises
swallow prime residences
torsion collapses
by Lush
on the other hand
a wrist shackled prosthesis
embedded in bum
by Lush
trivium beneath
ashen crust of spoiled relics
triumph of notions
by Lush
array of products
modes of thought delivery
inequivalence
by Lush
you're missing the point
the details are important
even to artists
what inspires us ?
the difference is content
versus discontent
by ash
Urgent loin longings
In the night, in the snowbank
Amber authograph
by windbag of NC
