Crude Phishgod Imitation

EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Overwhelming

As the
sounds of
jackhammers grind
into flesh
asphalt, bleed
yellow lines
across passing
lane thoughts
melancholy traffic
feeds the
skyscraping
juggernaught
for a
procession of
Ceasar’s triumph
through streets
of cheering
shiver sticks
in tick or
tape merriment
wear silicon
valley hats
because thinking
is a fashion
that is not
quite retro yet
Watch pain
erupt from
computer screens
into the hearth
of every news
locked home
Until their
children are
the ones dragged
off to fight
against the
skipping stones
rippling ponds
of hegemony
Firing missiles
like snow day
children bang
pots and pans
to get
attention from
newspaper parents
Wall street
walkoffs who
never step up
to the plate
plodding
through paper
trails sent from
stock market
meltdowns which
consumed retirement
funds like
Halloween candy
disappears in
the wake
of high pitched
screams
But parenting
was not
our lot
The sounds
of screaming
babies was
simply
overwhelming.

January 15, 2004
12:48 PM

Rock On
EvilToasterElf
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Comments

  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    :)
    It's all yellow.


  • like
    a phospherous
    oxyacetaline
    blade
    uh
    wielded against a Tupelo sunset
    it's
    chimmony
    an
    seraphic
    lambent
    an its trails is multiplied
    like supernumerary
    chromosome diamonds
    tripped out
    an defeatin
    the last
    nyctalopia
    uh time
    wid fulminatin
    gleeful
    viscous
    mandelbrot
    spirals
    dey
    red
    dey yella
    red an yella
    dey
    make
    orange
    i'm in lurve wid a girl
    she glow
    she glow all day
    she dance in my dream tonight
    my freshwater blue cascade
    freshwater blue cascade


    Phishgod
    is
    one
    talented
    poet
    Dis
    only
    my
    imitation
    coz
    imitation
    really
    is
    thuh
    sincerest
    form
    uh
    flattery
  • phishgodphishgod Posts: 133
    Wow!
    I am REALLY truly honored by your tributaries :)
    and it would it be too self serving, I suppose,
    to suggest your I have noticed a dramatic improvement in style on da board, overnight so to speak (lol--just kidding of course)....
    & C says to say:
    she just luv's
    all da color splashes, Fins

    and I do enjoy all the angst and anguish in your tomes

    (so okay dis is DA PJ site, I'm gonna put up one called Survivor in a minute gots enough angst in if for everybod),

    but wow wow. what a splash. I am truly honored by all this appreciation.....

    regards, all.....
    rockon,
    phishgod
  • Something to cure the angst....

    http://www.bushorchimp.com/

    an me,
    ah got no angst
    jussa
    lotta
    McGuireball XL5
  • I think the world should see that site again: I'm bumping this up..... :D
  • We all got tired of the chimp stuff after being bombarded with it in 2000 and 2001
  • The joke would wear thin on me too if he was my president. When you see the implications of living under a chimp for four, maybe eight years it stops being funny, I suppose. At least if you locked a few real chimps up in a room with a typewriter for eight years they might write the Complete Works of Shakespeare, but if you let the Bush Administration loose on the world for half that length of time, then everybody's fucked.

    Later
    I'm off out
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends….
    Phishgod, you honor me with your presence……

    Play for me orange melodies of
    Dark cherry, chocolate and wild mint
    Soothed by its allure
    I dance to its eternal art
    My heart bleeds in rhythmic cadence
    As the depth of my blue eyes relish
    The notes
    Of its compassionately chosen
    Past & Future
    Flavors
    Yet to be discovered
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • Originally posted by dyaogirl
    Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends….
    Phishgod, you honor me with your presence……

    Play for me orange melodies of
    Dark cherry, chocolate and wild mint
    Soothed by its allure
    I dance to its eternal art
    My heart bleeds in rhythmic cadence
    As the depth of my blue eyes relish
    The notes
    Of its compassionately chosen
    Past & Future
    Flavors
    Yet to be discovered

    "I wanna hear and see everything"
    - Jimi
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