Poems Of Any Length

[Queso]

yeah he rolls his own,

oh! the smoke is blown

around

and around

and around

[Turtle]

yeah he rolls his own,

:hihi:

oh! the smoke is blown

:cup:

around

:cup:

and around

:cup:

and around

:cup:

[Queso]

:friday:

 

:eek:

 

:eek:

 

:eek:

 

:hihi:

 

:eek:

[Turtle]

Roger Thelonious George,

went prospecting up a gorge,

when the rains came down,

and Roger was drown,

he, not the gold, met the forge.

:friday:

[goku]

i plow ore the feilds with a dip in my mouth

i'm a mean son-of-a-gun i'm a man of the south :friday:

[goku]

luie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell

luie went to heaven, and the steamboat went to

hello operator, give me number nine

if you don't i wont care, i'll kick you in the

behind the frigerator, was a peice of glass

luie fell upon it, and cut his little

ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies

when you hear this story, you'll be very surprised

[Turtle]

Poem of any length,

how shall I measure thee?

By one,

by two,

or by three?

[infamous]

Or by four,

if by five,

then by six,

we'll pick up sticks.

[Turtle]

I can't even conjur up nonsense.

What's scientifically poetic about that?

[goku]

jingle bells

batman smells

robin laid a egg

the batmobile

lost a wheel

and the joker got away

[CraigD]

Serpent at the gates of wisdom, coiled around a tree

With you eyes so dark and empty, staring straight through me.

How did you get, so unwinding? Do you know my sins?

When you’re so close, to an answer, why don’t you step in?

(lyric by Robyn Hitchcock)

[pgrmdave]

When I told you

to water the plants

I didn't mean that way

now zip up your pants!

 

(paraphrased from Shel Silverstein)

[BEAKER]

I can't even conjur up nonsense.

What's scientifically poetic about that?

Nonsense, shmonsense.

Honest prose is non-dense.:evil:

[Queso]

walking

is that a lion's peek?-

perched atop the waterfall is triumph!

courage!

and a fierceful mane of threaded sunshine

O how it scorches his fuzzy face!

 

here we are with hookah,

King Thistle's the name!

chillin' on three rocks

and fields of moss.

but the sun evades

as our future temp darkness

fades

into final daylight.

no fight.

no fight.

 

A ROAR!

Transcendennt roar!

from the sun direction!

mine eyes decay

with fluttered fur

 

a toxic?

three mushrooms underneath a rock that we lifted and balanced on three other rocks.

I was told i was becoming the rock!

and O!

O...

 

imagine eleven moons.

pretend you are something beyond four limbs and brain.

fun(d fun with fun)

(1) what?

(2) what?

(1) what??

 

go find a dolphin!

in fact,

in perceived fact.

fact from sensory!

by sensory!

two dolphins twenty paces from a shore of russian snow

setting the sun into the gulf

to engulf it with salt-water of course

in morse

the sailors chat

to layers

up on layers

of summers warmth-

their colors displayed

exploding!

I can't help but think 'goodbye sun'

but why in english did this sympathy translate and occur in my mind or brain?

Imagine it from the roof of tunnel train.

 

Fall into a vortex

and spin!

you can become weightless

up there,

where chemicals process

neurons spark

memories park

and are towed away

in pieces

every single time you somehow menacingly display them to your self concious to be analyzed by the observation via sensory.

 

Via sensory this epic earth I stand and judge

swaying with moontrees-

Imagine yourself free.

where is my courage?

where is that lion?

what is this concrete?

This madness-

This crazy ****ing irrational obligated manifesto! !

 

O look at the stars!

some pulsate!

some stars orbit around other stars!

They spin

and planets spin

with me

as I

Imagine Saturn.

simple as that

a ratta ta tat ta tat tat OOMPH!

 

 

and now a sea lion

as plump as luna's ***

falls dumbfounded

into the pacific grass.

beware of great whites!

they haveth no evolutionary drive!

no strive!-

for change.

just push on with gills,

you silly beast.

Flop! Squock! Splash!!

[Queso]

sunshine through the fall of a thousand leaves.

listening to three rhythms in the cocophony

on a log.

O i could try to describe to you the stream that carried me away

just beneath my feet.

and O how i could try to explain the feelings that occured

somewhere in my head.

but O! it felt so amazing to be alive! !

triumphantly strumming on strings that flicked my pick into the crick

just beneath my feet.

yellow it was, marching away,

to be picked up by some other musician,

some other day.

 

 

 

 

 

not that that stopped us.

 

we ventured passed the sunshine

to the graveyard of stones

where the lake should have been.

and with this wind we swarm

the music

into existance

under the Himalayan tree

where the griffons landed.

[Queso]

frail-

the gypsies eyes,

as she wept

for commerce

under soft moonlight

Himalaya.

[Queso]

when was the last time you were certain?

Earth's uneasy hitchin a ride on stacked tortoise.

Her doppelganger waves through space;

Small feet,

of jålstrom's comet

dust.

 

safe distance is the intangible.