MUHAHAHAHA!!!!!! You actually are going to read more of my crappy poetry? Who knew? I know what you're thinking? When will he churn out more bizarre animal life or political rants? MAYBE NEVER!!!!!! Suck on my old poetry, dirtbag!!!!!!!!!
The spheres careening through the glories of open space,
Vast unseen forces in motion, pushing.
Starry twinkles seen distantly 'tween smoky mists,
A lone, scarred, wan moon, spinning past all,
Great black holes, all consuming,
Eight ball, corner pocket.
or more haiku,
Lazy afternoon,
Papers splashing to the floor,
And no one bothers.
or written when I was on a trip with a guy who was a sleep apnia type (they snore extremely loud, because they stop breathing while they sleep, no crap,) good guy, but damn.......
Red Eye Special
Do I know what tired is?
Tired is twisting, tossing, turning, treading,
Tired is a red eye special of a sleepless night,
Tired is three o'clock in the morning,
when your eyes burn to sweetly close for two, three, ten minutes,
with toilet paper stuffed in your ears and no batteries for headphones,
to drown the bestial snores of the night.
Tired is waking, wanting, yearning, and needled with restlesness.
Tired is a red eye special, and snoring in the night.
I know what you're thinking, the scansion got a little crazy back there. Did he fire two poems? or three. Let me tell you something, this is high school/college poetry, the most powerfully bad handgu....I mean poetry in the world. So come on, punk. make...my....day.