cock squirrel (part I of V)
chadwick
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you piece of shit system. i just typed out 3 hours worth of work on here, i press submit and it vanishes never to be read again. now i am pissed.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen
my name is Spalding Aloysius Rawlings
these are the insane (nonsense to some) ramblings of one cock squirrel
He is the final remaining species of the crazy unicorn man newspaper boy.
I am ready hold on
I have five reservations
right?
we have a limo
chauffeur service at 4 am
there will be hot poured tea
a lady in black dress explaining things
as the little gray spider crawls into the crack of the molding around the door
and the driver will be like the crazy little bastard in Alice in Wonderland he will make you psychadelic drinks and will see funny sheet
that will be our ride at 3:33 this morning
it will be picking us up.
now, can you imagine
what is inside of an apple?
seed that is a tree inside of each apple
inside a tree are birds
inside of an apple
inside of a yard
next to a highway we will be driving down
if you eat the apple in its entirety,
its is safe to say you just ate the yard and the road that we drove past
all because of these seeds it is safe to say
you are a scarecrow or
blossoming
dove
flower
or
dove a flower flying
or
an ostrich on the run
or
next to the limosine
all passengers
drug-addicted smoothies down in the low-fired rubber
of the tread on the highway torche stand and stop signs speed freaks
and joy fuckers with purple and green hair
stockings covered in multiple men's sperm
three-day old panties and
a switch blade or three in her purse
where she walks next to the white house and the dancing guerilla party for the endangered species act of 1823.
and the united states fish and wilfdlife commision
and grand president Ronald McDonald giving oral sex to Grimace as the fry guys stroke each other
all played on a vinyl record in the limousine we are fucking in
sometimes, when the sun comes up and we don't want it to,
the driver rolls up the windows, releases the fog machine crystal bells attached to the string theory of dimension twists and port hole doorways equivalent to the thrust of a hollow mountain or a three-peckered billy goat in a swamp fucking a herd of turkeys
I alreay told you i had five reservations
one is in a mansion on an alfalfa-covered hill
it is haunted it is stone it is time
hundreds of years
one single family
all death, every one of them
hangings, stabbings, bludgeonings, fire pokers
fire poker-- speaking of fire pokers and limosines
the hill over, butterfly-pails hill, the old school yard and children in slow motion,
the old man in the window
numb to the years of sound and silence
but over the course of black and whilte dust and falling seasons one right after another consecutively until old feet hung out of his worn shoes tired old drive always telling stories
over and over
the city several eyeblinks away past the trees down from the mill
over the bridge
rainbows from time to time over time
have shown themselves on chrome alance across the roadway and the headstones and the cemetery wrought iron fencing enclosing centuries bloody tree streaming hollow night how did it go
from a limo to a carriage?
something
was between my grilled cheese sandwich
and a dusty field mouse
dancing
dancing across the family's record player
but they were dead and still went
music still came
limosines still turned
the mill still milled and the tree frogs yes they tree-frogged
and Milton--Milton still had all the skins
he just fit used his hands couldn't dial the phone
so he'd walk home
gather his things
and go into them
he'll be back tomorrow
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
this here is ridiculous nonsense
put together...rather,
orchestrated by some dick
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
psst.~~ {{ I'm pretty sure johnny america was kidding.}}~~ psst.
wtf ?
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
he can act like a big fat baby at times.
Maybe he's upset cuz his poem said the same thing? Does it?
Send my credentials to the house of detention
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
My guess is your local water contains some radioactive elements
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I'm laughing--Pandora had a squirrel--who else but Pandora would "have a squirrel"
lol
It is a great piece as it sits Chadwick!
I believe I had a conversation about a book i attempted writing on here some time ago
I had to find it:
viewtopic.php?f=10&t=63796&start=30
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
hey, I remember this one quite precisely, actually!
aww... that shit's happened to me before... sucks!
lol... here's me drooling --->
now it appears to have went away
i'd guess it was the cock squirrel
i woke up... the bird bath was in my bedroom just standing there watching me sleep
just staring at me
feathers covered the bedroom floor
broken open walnut shells lay about
and as freely as eyes opened they closed
the elusive cock squirrel has went on his way
leaving behind broken nut shells
bloody feathers & my 157 pound bird bath completely removed from where it sits outside
& placed inches from my dreaming breath
i would say...
...nothing
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce