Random Poems
Laying Down,
Takeout Food
A flower in the field lays waiting for the wind
Green stem, yellow face, white hair, white chin
A purple neighbor enjoys her curt solitude
The sun goes red as Nightfall’s patience runs thin
Surrounded by a sea of reflected color
A flower in the field lays waiting for the wind
Reading books about the nature of gravity
She sighed silently, bowed, closed her eyes and grinned
She found herself surrounded on sunny days
Captured by a sea of reflected doubts
This and that person leashed and chained to their masters
In the distance a grown man shouts
Screaming bloody hell about the state of his soul
He found himself on many a sunny day
In the embrace of women who smelled of sex and perfume
But to hold these sweet Angels, even the Devil must pay
So the flower in the field made love to the sky
And all the while her eyes were dry.
And to see that scene, in that ocean of green
Was just enough to make a pious man cry
Takeout food litters what’s left of my brain
While sugar plum fairies dance outside in the rain
Purple hair and rosy cheeks
The one with the tongue ring jumps and shrieks
A can of coke sits idly by
Watching the television screen float by
"King of the Hill," the "Simpsons," too
"CSI Miami," n’ "NYPD Blue"
The traffic outside sounds just like the ocean
Synapses burned by Witches Potion
My teeth get cleaned by sucrose n’ acid
Breath turns foul and body gets flaccid
Muscles atrophy sitting on the couch
Ass-bones hurt, shoulders slouch
Toes get cold, no circulation
Easy to lose focus, when avoiding concentration
Grease has lined my esophagus,
Need to trade it in for some asparagus,
Hey diddle-dye, my stomach’s awry
Pizza deliveryman don’t never ask why
But mark my words with prim precision,
And allow my bastard self to brim in indecision
When I get fat I’ll make the incision
To trim the scream that lets me die