Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Eighteen (Part 1)
and ran away
He is the
runaway son
the pink ranger
scattering pixie dust
on the sidewalk
as he runs away from
the father's axe
the invectives
the patriachal obscenity
that knows only
the son's anatomy
but not his fire.
So the lord of the house
screamt like a girl
in distress or
a bitch with a chipped nail,
at the psycopathic,
mentally derailed,
sick in the mind-
oh yes, he knows synonyms-
no son of his
and prayed to God
to allow the culminating
green to savage
chomp if not severe
or corroborate
his endowment
when he finally turns
sweet eighteen.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 4:39 pm
and ran away
He is the
runaway son
the pink ranger
scattering pixie dust
on the sidewalk
as he runs away from
the father's axe
the invectives
the patriachal obscenity
that knows only
the son's anatomy
but not his fire.
So the lord of the house
screamt like a girl
in distress or
a bitch with a chipped nail,
at the psycopathic,
mentally derailed,
sick in the mind-
oh yes, he knows synonyms-
no son of his
and prayed to God
to allow the culminating
green to savage
chomp if not severe
or corroborate
his endowment
when he finally turns
sweet eighteen.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 4:39 pm
