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Should Poets thrive on melancholy?
maybe if i play deadlay still,concrete touching my headsomeone might just noticei'm a pigeon, not an otis.take a picture write a poem, absurd.and pay homage - to mea mere bird.
This rat race This farce That peace
My last attempt at finishing the Blackmailer...Pointed my gunHolding it steady As is possibleWith my nervesWanting to catchThe old manOn his templeInstead I hitAn ugly greyDirty old PigeonOn the branchAbove his headThe pigeon fellBy his feetAt once hePulled out hisCamera to clickThis ugly picAnd I kickedMy sorry self
Recipe for Pigeon Pie. Step 1. Get sling shot. Step 2. Find pigeonStep 3. Make pie
You can one of those "Bob books" for kids.:-)
This is the EndMy Dear Friend
Help... get the ambulance...Am due any minute...
The end of flutter and the flights...The end of soaring in the skies...This is the end :)
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story.
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Should Poets thrive on melancholy?
maybe if i play dead
lay still,
concrete touching my head
someone might just notice
i'm a pigeon, not an otis.
take a picture
write a poem, absurd.
and pay homage - to me
a mere bird.
This rat race
This farce
That peace
My last attempt at finishing the Blackmailer...
Pointed my gun
Holding it steady
As is possible
With my nerves
Wanting to catch
The old man
On his temple
Instead I hit
An ugly grey
Dirty old Pigeon
On the branch
Above his head
The pigeon fell
By his feet
At once he
Pulled out his
Camera to click
This ugly pic
And I kicked
My sorry self
Recipe for Pigeon Pie.
Step 1. Get sling shot.
Step 2. Find pigeon
Step 3. Make pie
You can one of those "Bob books" for kids.:-)
This is the End
My Dear Friend
Help... get the ambulance...Am due any minute...
The end of flutter and the flights...
The end of soaring in the skies...
This is the end :)
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
Post a Comment