Blackfoot Angels

I've seen angels
Their feet turned backwards
Smiles on their faces
They gathered in herds
On top of a mountain
It's name erased from memories
Only written in books
That people forgot how to read
Now the angels orbit my head
Like a crash victim in a cartoon
They flitter around like moths
That even eclipse the moon
Chainsaw wings, razor blade tongues
They spit out maniac verses
Laced with poison from their lungs
Blackfoot angels
They've finally come for me
They say come with us to a brave new world
I say I've got too much work, I'm not free!

They Gave A Nobel to Bob Dylan

Look, I might not like Uncle Bob much
But I'm sure he's a pretty spiffy dude
Now that he's won a nobel prize for literature
Will it really change his attitude?

Something about this whole deal irks my teeth
I mean, he's a musician first, isn't he?
He should be awarded by music academies
Isn't that the way it should be?

What's he gonna do with the nobel?
Add it to his shelf of Grammies?
Will he write songs of protest and lost love?
While he's sitting in his jammies?

Just another feather in uncle bob's hat
A hat that looks like a peacock's ass
What the fuck was The nobel committed thinkin?
Shoving feathers in his hat won't make uncle bob a chicken.

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Search for Bob Dylan to read two more poems about Bob Dylan on this blog.

Bugs

Bugs bugs bugs
I've got bugs in my pocket
I've got bugs in my bed
They've fucked up my programming
Now they're fucking with my head
I've talked to their representatives
I've sat with them in meetings
But no matter how much I placate them
I can't stop them from eating
Eating into my brain
Making my thoughts profane
I'd surely blame the bugs
If I wasn't already insane
Now I'm forgetting people
Forgetting places and names
Cuz I've got bugs in my head, ma'am
And I'm sick of their games
They're eating the good stuff
And I'm left with vile junk
Today the mirror looked at me and said
What you looking at, punk?

My Zoo

My monkey whispers in my ear
As a black dog stares at me
Silently, from the corner of my room
If I look, it disappears -- but I know
I know, that black dog is there
The things the monkey says
Makes no or little sense
Just disjointed words strung together
In anticipation of suspense
My shark like thoughts keep swimming
In the muddy waters of my mind
Forward, but in circles
If they stop, I will drown
In some little corner of me
There is a bear cub, hibernating
Soft fur, hard nails and teeth
This machine is simply waiting
And the sloth in me
Oh what to talk of him
That crazy smile on his face
And the slow regard of violent things
It watches the zoo of me
With a promise in his eyes

Icarus Falling

the stupid fuck

that stupid fuck

he dared!

he flew too close to the sun

felt the wax melting off his wings

the wind in his face

screaming like a banshee

but Icarus

man, he was a smart motherfucker 

fell with a grin on his face

ready to taste

the ground
in a haste

as Daedalus watched

his heart in his throat

a prayer on his lips

but Icarus could keep the smile off his

after all, he was G.O.A.T

tumbling from the sky 

like a drunken marionette 

he looked up at the clouds

sent a prayer to the lord

balls of steel on that dude

just at the right altitude

he pulled the cord

and trust me it was cute

cuz Icarus had packed a fucking parachute

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not sorry

The Hate - Redux

A molecule is all it takes
Unstable, ready to explode
See the gaping maw of hell
At the end of the road

The hate is a never ending story
It lies waiting like a patient snake
The hate is cruel and never sorry
It whispers words like leaves on rakes

I've philosophised the reason why I feel
Troubled every now and then, for days
But the reasons elude me, off late
So silently I sit, in my own hate

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I was going somewhere with this...but even geniuses like me fuck up at times.

chip away

the chisel of time

it never stops

it chips away

flesh from bones

feelings from thoughts

thoughts from memories

memories from stories

stories from fiction 

till there is left

only a core

the most basic instinct

an essence

as the seconds tick

through it

the clock is mad

so mad to find

there is something 

it can't chip away