L-M-N-O-P

[bennie2]

death is melting
liquid sentient
dreams unfurling
broken transient
someone angrilly
throws up confidence

and i am in a park

somewhere daydreams
angels laughing
seraphims swinging
drugs and dung and daffodils

this little flower played one
this pile of shit played two
and this little hallucinogen ran all the way home with a motherfucker tucked safely under its tongue and a horse, gladly whipped, running for cover under the silken tomb of a secrative and highly lucrative bird...

fucking death squat prism
taliban ageism
US age tries to assuage usism
to the dangers of a bearded man
a hand's breadth beardman
with brown skin and a sultan's swing

i'm not too happy here
i wasn't too happy there

in the office they played golf at lunchtimes in the corridors
in the deserts they take potshots at the children in...

wrong place at the wrong time
i'm still not too happy

drinking wine because sleeping pills don't work
taking sleeping pills because life...
well.

we don't know, so we can't say.

F - U - C - K
E - F - G
L - M - N - O
please please please

[stilltrucking]

I am too happy
like a cocaine addicted white lab rat
pushing that lever for another pellet
I keep punching these keys

I wasted a day here
because I am addicted to the grind
out side my door the sun is shinning
I just saw the shadow of a bird flit across the closed blinds

Its hot
too hot
I am sober as a judge
and I keep trudging

purple did you say purple
those puple flowers on the banner today
soberduck's picture of wild onions

and I noticed I am always saying and

and another thing
and another

what the hell is keeping me alive
why do I hide

too scared to live
I want to drive these blues away

too much sense
no be bop
no beat
just these incessant words
laid out like cinder blocks

too much sense
smoke another cigarette

man you got to live
you got to love
you got to
got to got to got got to
do it for the fat guy
sitting here

and where the hell are all the poets gone

I tried bennie

F - U - C - K
E - F - G
L - M - N - O

still looking for the code there?

[bennie2]

"I just saw the shadow of a bird flit across the closed blinds"
well... that line just made me open another bottle of wine.

i've been laid off
un paid..
my sister bought me wine
but i already got one myself...

that line merits the second bottle to be popped open
screw down in it
cork pulled...

----

bird light flits shadow
down diagonal

may i turn your attention.... http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fusea ... 23a3ff55c3

[stilltrucking]

The link is not working for me I click it and it takes me to this
http://www.myspace.com/
which is just the opening page for myspace


Sitting here in my space
Looking at my stuff



My attention turns to a globe that
sits on a high shelf
my eyes look upward
in earnest entreaty
and dive into the the atlantic

summer doldrums here
I never minded getting laid off
lots of times it felf like a relief
but it was the hassle of getting a new job that bummed me out.
I just read Plath's the applicant the other day.

[bennie2]

in this case... getting laid off was a blessing (atheistic blessing). I worked for a great steaming pile of morons!

but.... getting new work... yes. I'm too.... apathetic? to join the race eagerly.

but... on the plus side... I am in love with a plath. the path is miles and miles but there's a silver plath at the end of it.

[stilltrucking]

Plath's path
I walked behind her for thirty years
I thought I could learn something
About the blood jet of poetry

I wish I had a camera.

I got a whole book shelf by and about her.
She is my paper dolly

Lemon drops
I could really go for a lemon drop right now

Sleeping pills?
why would anyone take a sleeping pill?

Now I will probably toss and turn all night.

[mousey1]

drugs dung and daffodils
wafting in the breeze
hazy half-light showing
through eyes slit
suspicious nature
hopeful glare despaired
life ain't easy when you're down
though slapping a mime
helps
I've got mime
have you got oars
a stitch in time saves nine
or whatever the hell that means
but trust me on this
if you never trust me again
when in doubt
slap a mime
and I'll slap a yours

priceless

life is a mime
on acid



anyway...
I heard tell
that if you
walk the plath of nethethity
you won't be thorry you're dead
but I will
be


let he who hath the oars to hear
play heed