the greeting card dilemma of the post constructionist modern bullshit view

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited December 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
it reads like a novel,
incomplete,
and warns of the arrival,
indiscrete,
as the new world odor is now concrete,
compete with that old friend,
for you are but nothing to me now,
as is your way to hide in your mansion as you perceive it to be,
among some splastic friends you met along the way,
it's your day today,
so be yourself,
as it will be my day
in the next mourning from within and without

idiot's view of the dissassociation of a friend chip
could be a chocolate chip
could be sum hippie
who is ready to rock it with I

here she is .. my socket with an eye..
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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Comments

  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    if we were in a club?
    i'd be clapping...
    smiling as if to say
    hells yeah, olderman
    feeling it, big time


    obrigado
  • I love the word play in this, olderman! My fave line is this: "as the new world odor is now concrete,"---Damn that's good! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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