Roses are red
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
rotten oasis
Treachery abounds, look
inwards! Your bird jangles its small
swing. You’ re getting sleepy, very
sleepy. In a vulnerable tyranny.
Leave for now the marksmen to
their desolations, they ruin everyday
life. & luck can’ t do anything
about the undying devotion of
the undead, putting their backs
to the bus shelter while
crumbs still stick to the dishes.
I guess someone is a king of France & apart
from whom nobody is a king of France. Same
rockstar, different poem. I like icons
Rotting Symbols
Soon I shall take more
I will get more light
and I'll know what I think
about that
Round and round the garden
Round and round the garden
Like a teddy bear.
One step, two step,
Tickle you under there.
Row, row, row your boat
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
If you see a crocodile,
Don't forget to scream - Aghh!
"Rowley Powley, pumpkin pie..."
Rowley Powley, pumpkin pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry;
When the girls began to cry,
Rowly Powley runs away.
Royal
They moved across the screen like a computer simulation.
They moved across the screen like complex models & we learned
to call this a nature show.
Animals but set in gray shades for video capture with a lighter area for
the face.
Almost white they moved across the screen like a compressed
meditation.
But the song was never familiar.
Because this was the only room this was the only room where we
Royalty
"I gave birth to a princess," her mother
once told me, and I thought of my son pouring
his Grape-Nuts in the garage so as not to wake her,
of the moment her baby, seeing her
now a separate entity, seemed not to breathe,
refused to blink her sapphire eyes.
I remembered again last night as she
and I crossed a Florida street, the caution
light running gold streamers
over the dark sweep of her hair,
when a young man coming toward us halted
midway a moment, stunned, before moving on.
Rub a dub dub
Rub a dub dub, dirty socks in a tub,
Red and yellow and blue and green,
With a hole in the toes and a hole in the heel,
Wash them all till they're fresh and clean.
Rub a dub dub, clean socks in a tub,
Hang them out in a row to dry,
With a hole in the toes and a hole in the heel,
Watch them bounce on a line up high.
Ruined Tunnel
One of them drops radio into hardhat
and spits, Damn it,
boys, we won’ t need this one.
But hell, they had already drilled
the charge. In the dynamite’ s
wake, boulders turn to snow.
Men walk through the trees.
It’ s cool now in here.
Quiet enough