um... dunno
My sickle is made of fudge,
just give me a little nudge
if you want the wrath
of a chocolate bath...
HAHA!!! DEATH BY CHOCOLATE!!!
Cav
Desolation Angels is one of my favorite novels.
Dreamsicle
Once cost a nickle
Lately I've found
Ther're not even around
Desolation Angels, The Subteraneans, On The Road and Dr. Sax are all favorites of mine. Just never took a shine to his poetry.
About the only failed novel of his that comes to mind was a personal reminiscence called, I think, Sartoris in Paris. I won't search it, as I am tired and ready to call it a day.
Standing by the white truck
with my quarter nearly squeezed into a dime
the high school senior driver
hands me my rainbow.
(I hate the strawberry part)
I tear off the ice cream's shirt of paper
and while the other lunks in line look on
I lick a lick all around the vanilla layer
looking all the while at
the chocolate lurking
and the crunchy, crunchy cone
below.
Like that one Joe Nation...crunchy crunchy cone.
The bold crayon figure child scrawl
Pinned on its paper against the wall
Has a grin that cracks its head
Wide open four teeth tongue of red
Arms short and hands two scribbles
Feet lost in grass of dots and dribbles
Just a little note to know
The poetry here is quite a show
The talent lies beneath us all
Sweet graffiti etched upon this wall
Beyond a treasured meadow
Thick wild flowers
Sweet smelling grass
A tattered bridge forgotten
Among a pond of swimming swans
A sturdy tree unknown
Shade abundant
Whispering breezes
Blue skies
White flowing clouds
Memories, daydreams...
I'm almost there...
I look at my watch...(#$$#!)...time to go to work
Hi, colorbook. I enjoyed it.
Hi, edgarblyth. Thank you.
How in vain, professor,
Are the thoughts you vault to speak?
How in vain, professor,
Are the concepts you stalk to sneaK?
When you feed us clones of red beef;
When you feed a lab altered leaf?
How in vain, professor,
Are the crimes you feed to greed?
How in vain, professor,
Are the lives you seek to bleed?
When you write out your prescriptions;
When you wire all your descriptions
To cut off the hand you feed?
How in vain, professor,
Are the bombs to put in space?
How in vain, professor,
To cut off the human race?
When you breathe atomic dust clouds:
When you mourn your children's shrouds?
Good one edgar...you got me thinking about cloned meat...
My burgers got a clone
My bacon's not alone
They have the same faces
From two different places
The genetics are the same
Even have the same name
Redundant from the stable
Right to the table
Good one, colorbook. What irks me most, they don't have to label cloned meat or genetically altered vegetables.
There's more to be found in stores than the ordinary products.
I've the need for speed indeed
when it comes me time to feed.
I go off on the board I use to skate
and make all due haste
down the hills upon which I race
to find and indulge a certain taste.
In the store there's a choice that I face,
Vanilla Frappucino and stuff for cupcakes...?
They're quite nice
but I like the cashier,
does she have a price?
I want to softly whisper in her ear:
"I'd love to take you back up those hills with me,
even if I do have to carry you, my dear..."
It is dawned upon me that this is ironic,
usually, I don't like to carry heavy things... Honest!
But she's an exception to my usual logic...
All this talk of ice cream and burgers have done me in... now I can't write a poem about some fantasy girl without mentioning a grocery store. But, Blythe, my man... Even though I'm a youngin' and have never quite had the opportunity to eat one (I don't think so, at least), it appalls and saddens me to know of the discontinuation of the dreamsicle. It sounds so dreamy. I want to go to the 1980s. Who's in? I'm buyin'!!! At a good price, too!
I'll never turn down ice cream...it's my addiction!
Just vanilla tastes so good
And chocolate so delicious yet
But strawberry is the temptation
That I just cannot forget
Ice cream is comfort food
It really fills my soul
With a flavor to fit each mood
Ben and Jerry are boys to know
But chocolate is by far the best
Did you know it can be better than sex?
(Just kidding!)
I hear you, Diane. We've got this thing going about ice cream.
