one day soon
you'll wake up dead
and you'll remember
these words I've said

and when you awake
on the day of your death
and take, or don't take,
your first, or last, breath
and open your eyes
and lie in your bed
you'll realize
you're deceas-ed

a, b, c, b
d, e, d,e , f, g, h, i,?

That don' rhiiime?!
:)

your face is a descent into madness
disconnected lines
struggling
to make an impossible connection
that botox has ƒucked you up

That was a photo of my backside.

could you get dingleberries on your face
if the bullshit flowed from a different place?
would your comments be…in poor taste?

I once had a cat.
And it was very fat.
When the time came to groom,
He meowed, "Mona Hatoum!"
Jumped into the chair,
And flew through the air.
And fell on a chair and he spat.

you drop, I clap
the cafeteria dance -hey!

(repeat)

disaster in the kitchen
 

something decimated
disparate sustenance
and upon the morrow
the traveller awakens
groggy & constipated

Lovely Flint!
(no that wasn't a title)

Despite my best attempts
Endeavours failed today
I should have stayed in bed
And dreamed the day away
Instead I walked and fumed
Until the sky was grey
But I was up and sober
Much healthier I say

Like this, Yoda talks.
Philosophy, he mocks.

Round and round I go
Flip the stone over
And grow more moss.

A little serious, but s'all I got, awwwright?


Borders and streets,
locales where pain and philosophy meet
out of the womb and into the fire,
no one to call me home
every lane looks the same
neither freeway, exit or offramp bears my name
so I keep moving forward, three steps at a time
trudging methodically, feet slapping against the painted line
running hungrily towards the immortal
and finding my reality in the animal

Dang, I need some prozac.

these are the things I cannot abide,
liars and cheaters and waiting in line
a cold stone floor and a fan too loud
bulbs burnt out and a room without sound

these are the things I cannot abide,
those without dreams living fake lives
a car out of gas a bill thats unpaid
freaks, vagrants, fuckers and strays

these are the things I cannot abide,
loving too little and a life out of sync
saying youre sorry, not what you really think
faceless victims, fairy tales, secrets and kink

these are the things I cannot abide,
that man is an island crafted of bones and nested in skin
a harsh outer shell incapable of taking another in
hidden roots under fallen leaves
separated by a sour ocean of sensations and stimuli
billions of people crammed together
yet left apart,
drifting into a void without echo.

Do limericks count? I wrote some on serial killers one day when I was bored.

Jeffery Dahmer

So Wisconsin's a dairy state, is it?
Perhaps we'll give Jeffery a visit.
Though his kitchen's quite ghoulish
We shouldn't be foolish;
His head cheese is simply exquisite!

Ed Gein

Though some say he crossed o'er the line,
Ol' Ed Gein did try to combine
His need for some lampshades
With the use of some dead maids
And invented interior design.

Jack the Ripper

Though Jack went to visit a grayed whore,
He wasn't looking to get laid more.
With his surgical kits
He took naughty bits,
So he certainly "got" what he paid for.

Dingle, I may already have welcomed you, but this is to say you are really welcome.
Fantastic effort, I like attention to meter in a limerick.

You'll fit right in :luv: