Only wrote 8 poems in 1995, but the final 4 were quite nice

1995.4 — Promise Land
1995.5 — Fertile Lies
1995.8 — Fungu Stew
1995.8 — Lots Overlapping

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Promise Land

Greyhound bound
To Tupperware City
Light like liquid Zen
Wars time, tatters tight
As tight asses tie
Meat neat man to kine, kino
Contempt of course
Playing Plato’s barn

Blue bloods
Stabilize fish at 7
Mime the ma’am
Bamboo cathedrals
In wondrous disarray
Just outside real
Where the fat
Flee frantic
Fleece feed the poor

Competing EXIT signs
Dance specific disease
Rude crude
Plus tax
Bouncing Betty’s
Slouching Bethlehem belly
Slips on guilt
& splinters.

~ ~ ~

Fertile Lies

Small particles of truth lace love’s lies

Peeping one-eyed cat’s seafood stores
Mount used two-love carnivore rides
Cast past sated loss

Self to self slip service schemes for the day
Emasculation Mama stiff with semen
Screams dreams porta piss shit machine
Messaged me to mine

Bile regenerative truth du jour:
loving spoonful’s pearl jam
nirvana to my hole

~ ~ ~

Fungu Stew

Old piano roll’s wrong:
Slime can’t slide.
Hot crotch coffee time’s
Limited clearance
For the effluent affluent,
The halfway whores,
The herd nerd cud kulchur,
And the old ass versus mass.

Psycho servitudes feed the fever,
Fodder optional.
Prime apes ape pre ape,
Mom’s ashes my dust.
People getting fat.
Soft.
Old.
Luxury cushioned
Nurture negating nature.
Easy pickings.
Easy meat.
Easy feeding easy street.

Women leak.
Men bleed.
My country ’tis of greed,
Cleveland cop corruptus.
Onion nation bent on killing shame.
Sodom insane.

~ ~ ~

Lots Overlapping

Seems to me a lot of people
are sleeping with a lot of people
under various rules and regulations
while I deal in shadow
(for not all place bound in time)

I think it’s neat sniffing sheep in heat
though not my style
I’m more rock n roll cool cruel lean scene
with lots overlapping

I’m the high in Ohio
Fractals friend
Mom made whether
Dad’s leaks and squeaks
(which is white of me)
Proof positive ant’s scant
leather lash shadow due

I fear neither name
nor knowledge
for magic round bounds
joyous in between
high noon weed easy
stone throw from sanity
optional

Step outside the lines
Stable tables
Video yesteryear roarshock inkblot
new age pap
mammaries for stars

Be one
Be nothing
Bananas brown Asian to African
Albinos weep white
dark, as Africa used to be

My 57th monthly feature on Medusa’s Kitchen was posted yesterday, and I haven’t blogged last month’s yet.

Gone from blogging daily to 1-3 times per month.

Don’t care much anymore… maybe my ego’s not quite as needy.

Of course they’re 4,469 posts since July 2006, so it’s not as if it matters.

But i’ll be posting more – some of the hundreds of poems and thousands of fotos lying around.

So, here’s last month’s 56th feature – 10 fotos, 9 poems/songs… 8 with music by Peter Ball, 1 with music from Billy Clarksville:

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-trees-they-are-dancing.html