Scarecrow SongI ascend from your village, Visiting, had dropped in only momentarily this time. The onramp rumbles, My space-rocket to away, And while I watch the green everything Fade to Farmland I remember the familiar dusty eyes, Then the distant thank you For my purchase.Scarecrow Song
I never knew you, never will, While you sing your scarecrow songs And forget that you will never Be an anyone, even the “Thank you for your purchase” girl.
I am the escaped convict, Stopped in for a drink and greeted By this village’s ball-and-chain Farm children with the
Dream of AbsolutionOutcast, Forbidden, I’ve declared myself coward And a ghost at the dinner table. Pass the rice. It’s gravy, Darling, When I spy on their solid shapes As they carry on laughing Loud. Overcast, My tongue prostrate near the dish. Plucking rice From today, this is almost Completed, the dusk nears Full of compulsion and promises. The vampires in the attic Approach secretly And I clutch at the prospect of Freedom. Gravy, Darling, Smiling while they swell with Rice and laughing long.Dream of Absolution
I turn and run Through the ce
Beat MeThis funky beat, Chill music, And fashion magazines. I can almost See them sway, Catwalk. Limp blouses and flats and This fresh beat Make me want to break Free of my skin And find myself empty or Beautiful, to you maybe.Beat Me
It’s all on the inside, baby. Say it again, O flimsy beat, Beat my rhythm into me so I can walk, sway, flounce and Be beautiful.
Like a weeping willow, or just a Stick. Someday you’ll Show me How freedom Is outside From there. Then here I’ll sway the limp
MusicShe stretches morning arms And rises from white sheets As he chooses the key of C. He begins to poke the wholes As she slips on staccato shoes In red falsetto octave. He andantes on an E As she dons legato jewels, Making the slurred hinge with a chord. He scratches and kneads at the ever-looming silence As she dances to breaking, frenzied sound. He raises penguin wings As she strikes an icy pose, and bows. Music fades into marked sheets As night and the curtain fall. Then applause.Music
Border Crossing
Your thoughts on asking for a critique from one of the poet clubs?
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check out nonsensible photograpy by jade
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check out nonsensible photograpy by jade
"There's a little black spot on the sun today /
That's my soul up there" - The Police, King of Pain
I first wanted to thank you for the
And in perusing your gallery, you have excellent stuff! I highly enjoy it, and i so rarely get to read good, fresh poetry (i mostly watch photogs and visual artists), so i believe i will watch you as well
:+deviantWatch:
peace
Fenrus
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I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm. I came here to show you the rhythms of the universe.
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I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm. I came here to show you the rhythms of the universe.
I think this whole conversation is Tony's attempt to get a conversation going where he can AGAIN discuss the merits of a pink brick on a solid brick wall over the WWC gallery.
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Once again I've broken my record for consecutive days alive.
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Once again I've broken my record for consecutive days alive.
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