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Sunday, October 19, 2003
I liked how this turned out.
Daddy said he loved mommy...
but mommy doesn't love him.
i'm a banker!
sell my love...
to the dogs.
and dogs spelled
in a mirror
is too much
for me.
but dog
spelled in a mirror
is enough for me.
He smoted smoted smoted...
till his skull was a moat.
and heavens cloud could float.
byebye goat.
byebye.
shakespeare, he's in the alley...
with his pointed shoes and his bells,
saying "there's daggers in men's smiles,"
while heavens clod is up in sky.
when i think oclod
i think osteel
and when i think osteel
i think osexual fairies
on my window sill.
i hath become god
here in this land
and in the mirror
i read my head
and it says cur.
so concur, and prayer
is good for them.
Daddy said he loved mommy...
but mommy didn't love him.
so mommy left...
[grin]
daddy was a weird old fellow
liked john mayer as a friend
but mommy left him
and he drank the gin.
we were at a motel...
we was there.
the light was flickerin
in disrepair.
i saw his eyes.
like cloud frogs
jumpin in a stream.
[obscene]
daddy was a heavens cloud
jumpin in a stream.
"O Danny, where is mommy..."
and that night.
at the hotel.
daddy buried mommy.
it was in his eyes.
Daddy doesn't know
that i'm a god.
but i'm really an angel...
really an angel
with blackeyes.
he's still sittin here
in the hotel's stone
talkin bout mother.
and the frogs
are still jumpin
in his eyes
as he drinks more alcohol
than he cries...
when will daddy faint
or will he die?
i will find out
soon enough.
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