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Thu 7 Aug, 2003 05:08 pm
Feel free to join in. I don't often go for such poetry, but, we all must examine the dark side at least a few times in our lives, right? Here is something I wrote in 1969. I view it as a failed effort, but some might find something of interest in the reading of it.
THE MONKEYS IN THE GRAVEYARD
The monkeys in the graveyard
Were fallen from the trees
They danced around the headstones
Over molding Autumn leaves
Becoming wild and evil
The more they moved around
Until the haze of Satan
Hung heavy on the ground
And all the rays of Heaven
Were gold beyond a rainbow
And all the graves were dungeons
The sky was very very cold
It was then with fire the creatures
Raised their hands to Satan
And praised his name and kingdom
And named him as the great one
Then all the souls were taken
From their cells and shaken
Like pepper in a cauldron
But no savior did awaken
The monkeys filled the treetops
And fled the blue of morning
They left on every marker
The mournful graven warning:
Your life is but an island
In a sea of darkness
The water's eating up the island
With each spiteful kiss
Welcome to the darkness
To the all aluring darkness
Keeping watch....will dig something up...nice work, my man.
Is this the mother goose thread? or am I in the wrong place? Do you know where the mother goose thread is?
Mother Goose was pretty terrible to folks. I think she would fit here.
YEAH WE'RE DANCING
I can't stand horses
And of course it's
The only way to ride
Down rhe slimy steps
Until the pony trips
Along the slopes we slide
I smell the juices
In the sluices
I journey with my bride
Burning in the acid
And we're turning flaccid
Still we slip inside
In the belly of the fly
In the belly of the fly
In the belly of the fly
In the belly of the fly
It's a ballroom
In the belly of the fly
My bride is bursting
In her gown of white
I'm rehearsing
In the belly of the fly
In the ballroom
In the ballroom
In the ballroom
In the belly of the fly
Now we're dancing
And we're dancing
Yeah we're dancing
In the belly of the fly
I don't know where you are
Maybe from another star
You turned and baby there you are
You turned and baby there you are
In the belly
In the belly
In the belly
It's a ballroom
In the belly of the fly
You turned and baby there you are
(repeat lines 9 through 17)
This was inspired by the novel Lord of the Flies, heavily influenced by Leonard Cohen's songwriting style.
Gastric intestines
sloppily chopped
gyrate in bushes in pain
I cleft with a cleaver
and sloppily chopped
'cuz she loved to rub ducks in the rain.
(I remember I was almost too zonked to write at the time...)
@SealPoet,
seal poet, thats funny as **** pmsl!!
@mcee fya,
seal poet no longer visits us. I miss him on the boards.
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