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Published Nov. 2, 2009 at 12:15 a.m.Category: Arts & Entertainment
Tags: poetry, crack, dr. seuss
MARCO MAN
Marco man an infinite man with a Master’s Plan.
Growing Bigger, getting his ego in hand.
My new best friend is Marco Man and his brand new brand.
Do you understand? Do you comprehend? Mi amigo?
My good friend? I always sit at your stand, I’m a fan.
Love your tacos; let’s make amends, new best friends.
Helping hands that lends itself to imagination pretends.
Get lost, get found, Amen, I Am praying that’s all I’m saying.
Love, Lost, Lose, Loathe, Long, Learning.
Dove, Don’t, Die, Deny, Distract, or Cry I’m Lying.
Feel that feeling I’m trying, there is no Love Lost in sighing.
Lord I feel like im dying. In my mind if you aren’t minding.
Faster lets accelerate this disaster; this is what we all know you are after.
Hurry up and waste with a furious haste.
Copy and Paste with a fervor and hate.
Your last attempt was curious but late.
There is no love in wait…
WASTELAND GIRL
Wasteland wonderful Girl.
Wasteland wandering Girl.
Wasteland wondering Girl.
You’re just the Thing.
Nuclear Cloud from My Dream.
Beautiful Glow and Gleam.
Your Smile don’t Shine it Beams.
Eyes like Lasers, for us Fiends.
Toxic Rivers and Streams.
Mixed Mutants and Genes.
Three Breasted Lady Scenes.
Torn Jeans.
Good Girls, Badlands.
Two Tongues, One man.
Blistering Radiation Scabs.
Drug Seizures n’ Rehabs.
Somewhere between Spiderz and Crabz.
That’s where I stand.
Out here…
Shadowz stretch for Milez man…
HEARTBEATS & SHARKATTACKS
Don’t confuse a heart beat for a heart attack.
WHITE STARS & BLACK SKIES
White dots
Dark skies
Drift by
Black clouds
So shy
Moonlight
Just right
Tonight
Poking pins
Black holes
White suns
Galaxy runs
The sky that grins
Drifting on
Solar rays
Traveling lights
Gravity free
Gravity crash
Celestial smashed
Broken glass
Shattered aftermaths
Infinite shards
Glimmering sharp
Sight beams
Cut scenes
Dust Shines
Catch bright
Sparkle night
Space kite
Dim white
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Posted by HmongkeyHmongsta on Nov. 23, 2009 at 1:27 p.m. (report)
Warren & Smith's
The obese drunk woman dragged her daughter
Screaming to the liquor store swollen stiff
Snowbound
Red faced the child roared
Snow suits
Returns
Loaded with ice beer and a locked gate she fell
Onto the boxes
Rolling over baby
Stuck on her back
kid got up screaming
Kicking mother
And she got up
She fumbled for keys
and fell again
Knocked down
I gave up
110 degrees
hottest summer ever
and im downtown with the hot garbage
no air conditioning
and downstairs john is making pizza
not even 2
cousin mary listen
the whole crew
beating at my door no reefer till four
upstairs college and hippy banging on their drums
next door neighbors burning electric till numb
for 3 months it smells like macaroni and cheese
and death
making my way to the store I get offered
street paper
and more which I ignore
yeah Ive heard it all before
You are from out of town
Your truck broke down
Ive seen you around
Same story different day
In the liquor store the Indian lady gets beat
By the boss so why is she always smiling?
On the walk home its a handshakes with Fingers
He is missing most of them and nobody believes why
His child plays with crack pipes and knives
Mouth wired shut from saying too much
The manboy with a mustache growls and I runaway
Almost home I see Herbie & Christina
at play in their alley box
With used syringes and dirty condoms
In the alley thru the wire and past the grass
I see them play
There moms at all day
Scratching arms and grinding chins
Crystal & Angel always at home
and so faraway
Its getting late at night and its still 110
I make my bed in the bath
Ten seconds out and Im already dry
Its going to be a long night
... sorry i'm not cutting my #$@% off thats for you and broner... have fun.
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Posted by HmongkeyHmongsta on Nov. 23, 2009 at 11:51 a.m. (report)
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Posted by sandstorm on Nov. 23, 2009 at 8:17 a.m. (report)
mongkey, try reading Bukowski instead of Snoop Dogg.
one doesn't hafta write poetry to judge poetry.
and wearing a hat sideways doesn't mean everything that comes out of your mouth is a friggin' poem.
you dig?
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Posted by HmongkeyHmongsta on Nov. 22, 2009 at 3:50 p.m. (report)
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Posted by Broner on Nov. 20, 2009 at 8:24 p.m. (report)
Sandstorm, that's not true. Your sarcastic posts are pure poetry. And I mean that in the nicest possible way.
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