Sunday, 16 October 2016

underground

idiosyncrasies plague my mind
putting in place, lost time

the revenge of the many, weak and unbound
stay with the method, forget the trailer plough

the kids are starving in the kitchen
asking for food from a wildebeest bear

the man answers, no shirt there will be no sale
now where do you suppose these jack-o-lanterns r' from

the man in the hat with his pants at a crack
being forgetful, ain't that what is frowned

the two of them, both, so beautiful and fair
one worked for the mind, the other loves railroad gin

these women i love, will i see them again
searching for answers, camus writes the plague

the young man asks, what do you read sir and why
the mother she cried,  her funeral wrong time

the stranger he waits in the darkest of depths
strange days upon us, no word of a tale

i look in the mirror and see maggie's farm
the slur makes a  movement, forever in charge

the people keep voting, pathetic at best
they'll find ways to win, no matter the truth

they'll do it in Florida like they did with the junior
money doesn't talk, it swears, says Zimmerman's twin

Gemini's in motion, the bongo, the gin
babies eating food off the ground, mamma don't care, her kin

the warden rubs his palms, waiting for his Big Mac
Joey and Kelly on their way to the big time

asking for words, big words, like lethargic and mindswept
this poetry is over, the poet paddles above breath



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