Saturday, August 23, 2014

Sobriety

The subtle line making me from him
is the difference in our drunkenness.
He's too drunk on the indifference,
that capitalism has caused him to face.
His vessel is swell.
I'm still waiting on hitting the well.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

For Hippie~

She is with the stars
and her hair are in the air.
In her easy bearing she walks far
and her pallazos invite many a appreciative stare.
She finds the dodgiest yet charming of most places,
and befriends the hippiest of vagrant human cases.
She gets high sometimes
to resonate her feelings with that of mountains..
Then she speaks with me over a cracky phone line
and tells me little stuff that gets my woman to smile.
I can't help but call her my entertainment channel..
and think of her missing me on that roof of that hilly cellar!

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Bheeeed

Its a funny feeling
I can't seem to shake off
Easy money and women stinking
I can't seem to like, like a puff.
In my easy brains are mountains
I can't force me to like materials
This world right here is all for gains
I can't get me to bite these cheesy meals.
There are lights and ensuing fights
I can't help but take jibes
There is ale and many a stale men mights
I can't force and stop my sweaty vibes.
This night is just ain't right for my kinds
For, rock that's classic and nature that's naked, rule our eccentric minds!

Friday, August 1, 2014

Humans of Mornings

A seemingly acrobatic pigeon,
perches on the balcony rail.
It has those unkind canny eyes
and its feather suit all ruffled up,
like pretty Pinko's morning hair
when she undoes the curtains of her perfect abode across the porch.
Sensing no harm,
it brings down its other naily-foot.
And I see bandaging and sews,
on one of the foot fork tooth.
It seems this morning
that humanity persists.
Across the porch,
Pinko brews some tea to his lucky man
and a faded golden ballerina walks by..