poetry thread

[fata morgana]

Ohhh, I never want to eat fish again. Â

[crazycloud]

its o.k. only some fish pissy!!
the good fish smell like
crysanthemums

[fata morgana]

s’funny about the fishy
’cause my mum gave me
chrysanthemums
for my birthday

[crazycloud]

baba ganesh!!!!!!!!!!!! Â

[fata morgana]

Took the TV
off my amp
wanted to throw it
out the window
if I don’t do
something soon
I’ll become a musical
Black Widow

[fata morgana]

No Bones
half cracked
bathing in
glorious opulence
dedicating
rivaled corpulence
to a body’s
stringed instrument
attached to
unfettered organs

[fata morgana]

Fuck Off, This Is My Tone Poem

this is my own poem
I can write what I want
I’m seven years old now

True,
even at seven
a mentor
creeps in
to create deadpan
 derision
apocolyptic
visions
of growing
older
of brokeness
incisions
bereavement
scars
the likes
to scare
little tykes
corrupt naysayers
making it seamless
sucking the dreamfest
or maybe they care

[crazycloud]

yikes! those
are some big words for a seven year
old
shouldnt ye vbe writng songs
about pirates
or superheroes?

[fata morgana]

forget it
I’m drunk on depression
tired of sickness
and suspension

…and Johnny’s taken…

[fata morgana]

…

[likeaghost]

care to glare upon my wares?
work broke all who bought
caught in chaos
glad they pay us,
not eye.
said why?

[crazycloud]

fly high lesbian seagull!
no need to
dive bomb me
from yon lampost perch
today i will not
be eating
seagull eggs

[fata morgana]

You’re Living All Over My Thing

Forgot to put it on
NOW LOOK!
look what you’ve done!
 top hat
forget this one
she’s a gargoyle
a Little Fury Thing
a blue light bulb
ready to cough up
a bowl
her tongue should
be pickled
it’s swollen–hole
she’s got a new suitor
somethin’ borrowed
should boost her
some time waistin’
breakin’ in
white as soot
climbing a mountain
  root
with one boot
makes it harder
to slide under

[fata morgana]

Elegy for D.C.
The family cat
is dying under
the marriage bed
grey and white Angora
soft and cuddly
but thin
won’t even come out
from under
for water or a tin
a fifteen year
tug-of-war
coming to an end

[likeaghost]

standard situation elation
agravation against usual
under stress? yes, sess?
guess, best kept secret
safe till your week without
shout sour grapes
sans useful drapes.

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