Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Gotham City

Harpooned harpies hogtied the huddled knot
while know-it all gnomes circumcised the seven seas.

A host of unsettled ghosts gathered in the sixth circle of hell
playing poker against poltergeists drinking Jim Beam with dirtied knees.

A girl scout cookie beat out a pro-ball rookie five times over last week's nookie.

I lost the call, the girl, the state, I lost my mind and can't relate, I can't begin to end up found, I have no past; I can't make sound.

These halls are haunted, walls aching with the heads of hunted.
A hunkering hostile hum hovers above hanging heads; this house has history.

Silas ate your peas, they tasted like metal, blood and grease.
A grouse ate Silas's blood, it tasted like greasy pea soup.

The line ate the dot and grew longer and prouder,
I ate the line and grew older and louder.

A looter, a scooter, a scoundrel, a noodle,
some meatloaf, a poodle, and several odd doodles.

A ditty sang a dandelion to sleep while the field tickled the toes of the sheep.
I'm in shock or I'm in worry, I've forgotten when or how to hurry.
I have no hope for a future flurry, it's just too blurry,
too far to judge, too close to jury.

My jaw, my paw, my mug, my maw,
my match, my mouth, my patch,
my law.

Miles of mice, yards of yawning yogurt,
feet of fowl and kilometers of killdeer,
a county of conches, a country of couches,
a continent of cockroaches,
covered in cooing coaches.

Curious cults of coats come clamoring,
a stampede of suede and steel coasting to a close,
crusting up your nose, kneeling on their kneepads,
drooling on their D pads, schooling the C-sectioned sports dads.


Butter and toast, this toast is to you
This jelly has jammed farther up than I'd planned.

I have no will, but I will attest,
that I hope to someday be as a bird in its nest,
I'll have no beef, no brawn, or a nickel,
but I'll have my bird brains, some feathers, and one pickle.

One prize to one child, eight legs to one spider,
A prized child spied eight legs come to find her.
She's hidden and hopeful, she's ridden with holes,
She's some Hollywood hotshot hungry for roles.

She rolled while she bowled and she ate off a plate,
she cleared the frame each time and then she checked your mate.

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