Lucy in the City

The glowing yellow moon at the center of the sky
Was a dim flickering bare bulb, corpse like grey
On the stained wallpaper. In his mind a journey lies
On reams of little tablets on unimagined waves
Of synaptic tsunamis. A mix of circuit boards
wired in AI, a paranoid biological-android boy
Toying with his gears and slamming simple chords
Walking fast on pointless tasks, jingling the coins
Truffles and other treasures of the candy store.
Miraculously walking on the church reflecting pool
Falling victim to a swarm of déjà-vu school children
We picked apart their way-ish manners being cruel
Boisterously laughing and exhibiting shrill grins.
Feasting on park benches, the simmering illusion
Was a smell like a sleigh ride, a horses steaming lunch.

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Belting from my melting lungs,
Traffic cones
Are neon guns.

I babble on in Babylone.
The tower of Babel,
I tumble from.
This language a sun drifting down;
Just a rattle,
I teething on.

Belting from my melting lungs,
Traffic cones
Are neon guns.


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Check-Out Girl

All I remember is how I forgot
The words I’d say in an astrological way,
The December in my nervous walk,
A crab locked in duel with a luscious fox,
Elegant locks and eloquent small talk
The duchess with eyes like brushes
That hushes my thoughts like Saturn
Minus patterns divided by time, growing Toxic
Turquoise roots bright. She shatters
Like glass from mind blowing magic.
A fool with a net I look for pieces to gather.
My crush is a crutch and I’m a lost in Babylon
Like Kermit the Frog I bumble and babble on.
Pacing I wonder whether this poem
Will even matter. Under a hat patiently I grow ‘em,
Thanking Jah everyday that I know H.I.M.
He blessed me with rhyme, many times he tests.
Thus peace and happiness and truth I must manifest
To the best of my ability. I and I project love
Each word is a hug and each letter a kiss
Laila, you’re inspiration is bliss I hold no other above
Take this as a token and be my Empress.

Scalding (unfinished)

The potion sizzled as the pot quickly emptied
As I received her intentions
Because just one thing did she want from me
A simple kiss and she would set me free.

She waddled as she stirred her brew
And for every ingredient the flame fiercely grew.
“Ear of Armenian and a schoolgirl’s shoes
Into this wand do I infuse.”

She laughs a stinking cackle vicious
A sound that only bubbles from brews of witches
In my mouth the fetid smell swirls and swishes
As she sews my lips with just 4 stitches

My whipping tongue and voice was muffled thunder
In a sunken well where lived her humble hunger
By wishing she had suddenly stumbled
Into a kiss of blood with dry scabbed lips of umber.

My crispy layers, with every foot-step she pulls
Peeling slowly from my sizzling onion soul
She left me, burning like a lump of charcoal
A crackling ember, I slowly remember the cold.
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hmmm, this is a halloween themed poem i did today. not done yet, but i'm not sure why, maybe i am.

Sinking SUnset

Number Nine in Time

Spliff # 4,120

Running down the street dodging rain drops
Splashing on the beats like weeds on rocks
Stepping on the leaves. My words were wet
Like my shoes and socks, but that’s what I get.
Walking with the sheeples like a marshmallow in the sky
Doing the strawberry slide, on the Alewife side
I get back to the beaches, by reaching to a friend
He lit up a spliff, Northern Lights and Bali Shag blend.