daybreak:
good morning sunshine
not a very original way to start a poem
but it was morning and i was recalling
my life has been a string of landings in hot lz’s
being pinned down by mercenary snipers
hired by the fashion army to keep my
unkempt persona in check
all i cry out for is love and laughter
in the fields of fresh disaster
morning mail:
dear sir, we regret to inform you that your life has been cancelled.
please return all reference material to the archives center and report immediately to a reprogramming station.
well, fuck me!
afternoon reprogramming:
wait!
before i step into the re-programmer and disappear forever
remember this
all glory is fleeting
and so is sanity
remain defiant
and always
joke ‘em if they can’t take a fuck!
inside the program:
this is where we get it
something we all need
the internet ego builder upper
hearts with a view
overlooking vacationing parasites
and newly born junkies
a panorama of vanity
spread out as far as the eye can see
only our eyes are closed
windows painted shut
boarded up for our own protection
‘cause there’s a storm a comin’
must remember........i am the lover in the pink pajamas
that you always wanted for your very own
can’t forget......i am the naughty thoughts you had
while you were alone
at some point, still undetermined by our modern scholars, the re-programming machine sensing it’s own life was at stake began to draw energy from all of the known universe
basing the very definition of it existence on the ability to snuff out the poet inside the box
the dramatic climax:
i want to live forever
under a sky of pink
and roll in the tall grass
lush and purple
and i want to sleep beside you
in a room of our choosing
with the sounds of crickets
and the hooting of owls
i want to make love to you forever
with a string accompaniment
playing just below the foot of the bed
mozart when you’re above
beethoven when you’re below
and bach while we lay side by side
boom!
the universe fell silent....
poet had won
the long way home:
kissing visions of myself in the mirror
not too damn healthy
guess i should get back to writing now
or work
or living
or what i really miss....
i'm coming home dear
i love you
night time-a chance to dream:
you see
someone once told me
that i could write a whole lot of nothing
and get away with it
just because.........
i am thelizardprince
the sideshow nocturne
and well, all of you are not
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