scream bloody murder

Post by **constantine** » June 7th, 2009, 10:29 am

this is a fucking creep out
and it's getting worse
trying to keep it together - i really am
but it isn't easy
inter-dimensional portals open and close
unwanted guests arrive
situations coalesce and dissipate
like they never even happened
it gets dicey on many levels
i can handle it - i know i can
with or without your help
tell mom not to worry
i buried him in the backyard

Post by **keithalanhamilton** » June 7th, 2009, 10:45 am

that creeped me out because I liked it to much.

Post by **mtmynd** » June 7th, 2009, 11:33 am

what does this mean?

i mean... it's like... bizarre

i don't understand this

why is this happening to me?

don't bury me or my reply

P L.E.A.S.E. be patient...

Post by **still.trucking** » June 7th, 2009, 12:10 pm

I have taken a vowel of madness
the radio is talking about me
the television is reading my mind
the picture on the wall is looking at me

Mama mama your messiah son
is here far across the sea
in my Mcholy land.

You know I want to help
My mom is not worried either
She has buried one too.

not your fault I get such creepy inspiration from your wholesome poetry.

thanks

Post by **constantine** » June 7th, 2009, 12:54 pm

my mother understands me and i understand my mother.

Post by **still.trucking** » June 7th, 2009, 1:02 pm

My mother never did understand me.

But she forgave me anyway.

Like my Dad I'd roamed the land and Mom could never understand
How Lucifer could bring a man to the Punkin Center Barn Dance

David Allan Coe, Punkin Center Barn Dance.

Post by **still.trucking** » June 7th, 2009, 1:15 pm

sorry about the ramble Constantine
I liked the poem
just a reflex reaction about murder
very sorry

I don't understand my mother, or any woman
they are all sticky sweet to me
sugar and spice
the witch of buchenwald sends me donuts.

But I know men all too well.
puppy dog tails and rusty nails

ah shit I am just making it worse
sorry

Post by **constantine** » June 7th, 2009, 1:17 pm

she forgave me too, but i can't believe her.

Post by **still.trucking** » June 7th, 2009, 1:19 pm

My mother never lies to me anymore

Poetry is a trip

I beg your tolerance for my vapid ways

Post by **constantine** » June 7th, 2009, 1:33 pm

nonsense! i value your comments highly. i always wonder if you'll like the poem i've posted.

Post by **Doreen Peri** » June 7th, 2009, 1:48 pm

tell mom not to worry
i buried him in the backyard

killer lines!

Post by **constantine** » June 8th, 2009, 9:29 am

thanks doreen. have you done any new paintings - i'd love to see them.

Post by **Yejun** » June 8th, 2009, 3:52 pm

Ha, if I thought the last one should be longer, I think this one should be shorter.

It seems to take a long time to get to the interesting stuff:

inter-dimensional portals open and close
unwanted guests arrive
situations coalesce and dissipate
like they never even happened
it gets dicey on many levels
i can handle it - i know i can
with or without your help
tell mom not to worry
i buried him in the backyard

Post by **constantine** » June 8th, 2009, 3:59 pm

yeah those four lines take a lifetime.

Post by **keithalanhamilton** » June 8th, 2009, 4:32 pm

constantine,

Time seems not relevant if you eventually got there. It’s real and I like it……..