Saturday, March 20, 2010

Sonnetteers

Sonnetteers
poem
Fourteen lines that rhyme with finery poetically correctly avidly indubitably Don Juan Carlos Santyana CharlaX prosed poetry. Off course eye got it wrong there is sixteen finery. Don Quixote Don Wand Don Sand Don Subliminal Don INcredible Don Suggestible INedible. a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f cheat code for sonneteers.
An ominus beginning Joe Cocker is the greatest blues singer no one thinks of him that way,
but rock and roll beginnings all the old songs sound like him.
Government Mule sounds like Joe Cockers old band,
but only iff they had sang a Million Miles to go back then.
Autonomous uncertain songs we heard no one can remember them now that no one cares for them at all,
Below this fruited plane the Jets were crashing all in vain.
Chased into the air the waves reverberate the radio brings the pain, Delivered my soul the musick did.
Chasten white in soul the bones laid barely there the sound brings back the pain, Determined to be myeslef again.
Entertainment where we find it in words of praise we make it for the readers pleased, future makers of the prose.
Enter worker writer poet planting seeds of maternity growing something sweet, deciphering. Bring the docket make the mark chop the head bury the bones let me go on to Heaven with them Sonnetteers.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

CharlaXPerfidy

CharlaXPerfidy
poem

CharlaXPerfidy
My boots is more important then my fish is less important then my pants is more important then my drink is less important then my bath is least important then them all eye take a change of clothing from the wall of snow is hiding me wont last its melting hurry fast is not an option food is plentifull repast eye eat more then eye need but nothing lasts eye listen to the India refrain the Jethro Tull in pain my sorrow flees away the ear is more important then the tooth is more important then the eye is more important then the rain has stopped the snow has gone the sun is shining down on God above with His Own Son looks down and frowns on Man fingerpainting was the best thing ever done the child was happy then limits of a forgotten place eye tried to hide my pleasure from the human race the teacher sees she knoes that this young boy has found some pleasure in this painting making swirls making holes quick hide the paper tear it up tear it up tear it up ah oh ah oh my god dont let them see dont let them know they must not they must not ever know what hidden pleasure this boy does the limits of a heart grow up

Sunday, March 7, 2010

GoodCaseScenerio

GoodCaseScenerio
poem
GoodCaseScenerio
thought one
eye can scoot booger down the highway back to arizona stop
not the best idea she ever had stop
i like to make this look like its a telegraphic stop
I can walk or hitchhike the bike will not make it there stop
eye i I AI see stop
arizona is not an option stop
thought two
eye can try to stay here ici sneaking past the paintball guarding the building they are making for the tourists stop
even iff they ignored the white elephant on the lawn they would step over to the fence and shott them paint balls down on topp of mye tarpp stop
I could start over and make another Bizarro land Colorado place to live dont laught at me I really thought about this one a lot there is nothing wrong with this idea stop
eye could make a fortress near the reservoir on the topp of the hill and stay in winter all my life stop
i could like to stay but twold give the lambea heart failure i must rethink this attitude i have of survival is what kept me alive all winter stop
third thought is best
GoodCaseScenerio is to leave now Colorado on the buss and wake up Tuesday Mourning in New Mexico to look for a new internet connection this is what the babay lameba wants STOP
Guess where CharlaX is going now STop.
Next stop is New Mexico on a GoodCaseScenerio.