Poem
- Axanderdeath
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Poem
use all these 5
A dog
A cat
A man named Sam
A girl Named Sally
A night in Iraq
A dog
A cat
A man named Sam
A girl Named Sally
A night in Iraq
- Axanderdeath
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Re: Poem
I was a hot night inAxanderdeath wrote:use all these 5
A dog
A cat
A man named Sam
A girl Named Sally
A night in Iraq
iraq
I see a rack it is sally
she is a double d
with a dog walking at side
said hi sam
to me
my name is sam
this is lame
I think Ill go buy a cat
because I fucking want to...?
thus spoke G.A.P.
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that last one got it real good, thanks...mars mon,
see axander what happens when you let it go
a few words can inspire and voila there you have it a collaborated jam. jam with us soon, man, get connected.
i unzipped the body bagz
tipped them
out poured the juice
all sweet and putrid
zipped 'em back up
barely noting the name tag that got wet
with body fluids like my fingers
and wiped them on my flight suit and
we toted them on board,
flew them to the morgue.
yes i did.
then they'd wash the deck.
don't even remember if i
washed my hands.
see axander what happens when you let it go
a few words can inspire and voila there you have it a collaborated jam. jam with us soon, man, get connected.
i unzipped the body bagz
tipped them
out poured the juice
all sweet and putrid
zipped 'em back up
barely noting the name tag that got wet
with body fluids like my fingers
and wiped them on my flight suit and
we toted them on board,
flew them to the morgue.
yes i did.
then they'd wash the deck.
don't even remember if i
washed my hands.
Last edited by jimboloco on November 18th, 2005, 2:53 am, edited 2 times in total.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
My one:
A dog
A cat
A man named Sam
A girl Named Sally
A night in Iraq
sounds good to me.
my one two:- one two testing...
A man named sam was in
a girl named sally.
each had a dog.
sally had a cat
on the aniversary of their engagement
they watched a film
world cinema flick
called "a night in iraq"
after the film
a man named sam was in
a girl named sally
the two dogs
and cat were in the kitchen sleeping.
A dog
A cat
A man named Sam
A girl Named Sally
A night in Iraq
sounds good to me.
my one two:- one two testing...

A man named sam was in
a girl named sally.
each had a dog.
sally had a cat
on the aniversary of their engagement
they watched a film
world cinema flick
called "a night in iraq"
after the film
a man named sam was in
a girl named sally
the two dogs
and cat were in the kitchen sleeping.
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A dog
A cat
A man named Sam
A girl Named Sally
A night in Iraq
A night in Iraq
so far away
a man named Sam
said no to the way
he was being used
felt like a dog having his day
of contention
a cat kool at last
but a girl named Sally was aghast
cuz she knew it wouldn't last
when he came home
he was a bum.
A cat
A man named Sam
A girl Named Sally
A night in Iraq
A night in Iraq
so far away
a man named Sam
said no to the way
he was being used
felt like a dog having his day
of contention
a cat kool at last
but a girl named Sally was aghast
cuz she knew it wouldn't last
when he came home
he was a bum.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
Sam took a hit - some shrapnel
right between the eyes
a deadly accurate mishap
that sliced the optic nerve
rendering him blind for life
he made the e-vac wait a sec
and told me, find my wallet man
then he gave me that crotch shot
he'd loaned me her, once or twice
Sally, she's his girl-back-home
who waited, if not faithfully
then eagerly impatiently
judging by her juice...
I pictured her a sloven slut
because of evidence I'd gleaned
she'd nibbled at her nails--
her hands,
pulling rough
to show her all
layered polish
breaking through
ragged like an peeling house
and on those desperate furtive nights
I'd shoot my missiles in her mouth
deployed "now soldier,
get on out"
My mind would hear a labrador
barking as I ran away
as all the lights came on inside
me in flight and whispered prayers
zipping up and tripping when
I hit the broken walk, again
I did it every time and cussed
the roots of that old apple tree
that never did bear fruit but grew
wide enough to bust concrete
and made a cave the cat hid in,
eyes glowing in the dark
I'd grin:
"cheshire" for the fantasy,
the night Sam left me in Iraq
he gave me "Sally"
took his socks, and joked
he hoped
he'd still need those...
right between the eyes
a deadly accurate mishap
that sliced the optic nerve
rendering him blind for life
he made the e-vac wait a sec
and told me, find my wallet man
then he gave me that crotch shot
he'd loaned me her, once or twice
Sally, she's his girl-back-home
who waited, if not faithfully
then eagerly impatiently
judging by her juice...
I pictured her a sloven slut
because of evidence I'd gleaned
she'd nibbled at her nails--
her hands,
pulling rough
to show her all
layered polish
breaking through
ragged like an peeling house
and on those desperate furtive nights
I'd shoot my missiles in her mouth
deployed "now soldier,
get on out"
My mind would hear a labrador
barking as I ran away
as all the lights came on inside
me in flight and whispered prayers
zipping up and tripping when
I hit the broken walk, again
I did it every time and cussed
the roots of that old apple tree
that never did bear fruit but grew
wide enough to bust concrete
and made a cave the cat hid in,
eyes glowing in the dark
I'd grin:
"cheshire" for the fantasy,
the night Sam left me in Iraq
he gave me "Sally"
took his socks, and joked
he hoped
he'd still need those...
that one hits home a bit like somebody knows
the desperation that flows from insane war
and follows all the way home
but home is fucked
and hope is futile.
some people really do suffer enormously.
in the meanwhile
the physicians oath
first do no harm
to self or others
the desperation that flows from insane war
and follows all the way home
but home is fucked
and hope is futile.
some people really do suffer enormously.
in the meanwhile
the physicians oath
first do no harm
to self or others
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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