dust bag

[revolutionrabbit]

dust bag, had bad, nag hag
in drugs an Boo Boo da we trust it's a drag
same old zig-zag paper tiger walkin invisible
through rows of 'Twilight of the Idols' an
'Tao de Chings' eternal Tao and endless
twilights twinkling
dust bag, in God we trust but in gold we
are thrust, "we don't need no stinking badges"
we don't need no stinking 'New World Orders'
no sinking Atlantis no "blow your house down"
Port-au-Prince, no-port a poet Little Prince
don't need no swine foo injections, no tea baggers for
Military Industrial Complex hex hex hex, no knuckle draggers
for Jesus and Jim Jam Joe Jerk
dust bag, same old fakirs doin mumbo-jumbo
in town squares, same old flight of black birds
out of the throat of fire eaters,
dirt bag poets can still learn a ugga bugga trick
or three
freedom isn't free, it's been captured in Africa
and bottled in molotov Coka Cola bottles
no free naked lunch, but Howls stand on street corners
and Howl for free, or spare I ching changes
In the year of the Tiger, still haunting forests
of the Starry Night
dirt dirt dirt, they got that same ole dirt on you
freedom isn't free, but bombs are fallin like angels
and we all know how them dirty angles fall
fall fall fall all fall down, a child's nursery rhyme
holds the alchemic-key, and they are turning them
in the Doors of Perception when Kafka's Castle of
Egyptian sand falls in-to-the-sea....eve-n-tu-ally
Hip-hop kids looking for the next line to fit the pop-in cap
into that King Kong rap, lookin for that magic phrase,
or look back to Jimi purple haze or SunRa cosmos song ways
to pull the rug out from under the Queen Lizard's lap
dust bag floatin along the ground in some pist off mix
dime-bad headed hipsters looking for that in anger in 55 hits
and the eternal revolution pops its cool in 67, 68, 69
if six was nine nine nine, let it be, it ain't me...let it bleed
it ain't greed greed greed
oh they was looking for that be-bop heaven and hell chemical
wedding true, when them high as kites saints go walkin in in in
in a Blake a Beatnik unwashed in Illuminated poem
or hanging out on the water fountains in ancient Rome
looking for the philosopher's stony fix stare
and live to tell the tell tell tell so well, oh well
I'm a angel headed devil cat singer of forbidden verse
I'm the one born when eleven crosses your trail
zing zing zing better do the over the shoulder toss
salt salt salt the Red Queen squawks
and Alice walks the fashion show plank
her see-through knickers lit up by El Inferno
down bellow, we gotta go-go ga-ga for Lady Lobster
and I ask you who who who are you the real Mobster
down here in the thief of fire dens where the neon shadows
sweep the Empire of Vampires into the dust bin of History
the dust bag brotherhoods mount the stairs of the serpent
on the mountain, cuz...........what it is.....gee wiz....what
it ain't I aint no saint and I ain't no sinner, can't get no
thinner, can't speak no mo evil in no con-fess-shun boot
its all a hot some like it hoot, hoot, hoot, comin from
all sides now, clean dirt, night dirt, dirty dirt, dern darn dang
all them gongs kickin around around around down them dug
Kerouac alleys, maaaaaaaaaan

[SadLuckDame]

Hello rabbit and welcome back.
Enjoyed first read through.
Don't mention I'd missed him, for I'd not want him to know of it. Liked the sounds in here, also the nursery rhymes

see-through knickers lit up by El Inferno

Good stuff.

[revolutionrabbit]

good stuff, jus playin with the stuffy
tryin to keep it all ruffy tough
uff fluff muffy
all this stiff stuff stucky
grabbed by the neck scruffy
rubber ducky lucky bucky hucky
don't want no shucky chucky's back
jus want some more of that sucky jack
good bad indifferent huffypuffy
duff cuff buff boff cruff craff wuff off
write what I think like I think like I write
let it all hang, walk right in sit right down
let your minds roll on, roll on, roll on, roll
on, roll on, rooooooooooooooooool oooon
daddy-o clockin about a new way of stalkin
pushin all them points, poppin all them buttons
blowin all the huffypuffy smoke up yo fluffy buffy
everybody still talkin about the new way of grokkin
don't want no mock mock shmock shmock shmockin
jus some that knock knock knockin on heaven's do
go down real slow luffy luffy luffy sho sho sho nuffy

[judih]

fakirs nailed to soapbox
old soap, slow fast
out with CO2, recycle mumbo jumbo
tiger day away

-good to hear you rr

[revolutionrabbit]

haven't seen a soap box since sweet jesus
kicked my pandora box out from underneith
haven't seen a soap box since goldilocks
gave that anarchy speech to the three dancing
bears, haven't seen a soap box since little miss
muffit sat her tuffit on that ivory soap box
and the spider excited her to tell her truth
haven't seen a soap box since some fox news
brainwashed zombie was goosed by mother goose
haven't seen a soap box since religion got a conscience
haven't seen a soap box since the sermon on the mount
out soap boxed the Vatican pope box, haven't seen a soap
box since Obama got off his hope box and got on the roap
box, not enough fakier rope tricks to go around, the war in
heaven was fought and lost at such a cost and all the wandering
jews and vaudville clowns mimes hot box poets say such a deal
we still can find that soapy boxy real zeal and heal the dead god
got my box within a big box within a smaller box from China today
i'm on a slow soap box from timBuckToo and callin to you come
come one come all and listen to my plea I'm on my nope box need
to stand above the mad crowd a little so i can get a word in sideways
wanna shadow box that moon ball like Bukowski boxin all the boxheads
fakes nailed to their bead of nails and ranting about "love your nails"
poets on plastic crate boxes they use for book shelves and look tall it
all began a long time ago when some disgruntled unwashed utterer of
stranger in strange lands climbed on to a rock box and free associated

[mnaz]

still got the beat... cool-a-rooni...

[revolutionrabbit]

up popped the jack in the magic box
rice a rooni a San Francisco boxed treat
the beat box beats the Hydrogen jukebox
before the road on the ever knew the firefox
update box just popped its little reminder
when cool was cool and poet sox were holy