• schopenhauer1
    9.9k
    Bums sitting on the curbside of road
    At the bus stop
    Remnants o’ chicken bone
    By the ragged liquor shop
    Waiting for the loan
    Till the last drop
    The Aqualung moan

    Day in day out
    The past is not now
    It’s not what present is about
    Good times had
    Are now shutout
    Start again with the same
    To keep from handout
    Sisyphus reminders are lame

    Blurry-eyed tedium
    No flow going on
    Is it the setting or the medium?
    What origins is this con
    The mind isn’t even numb
    Not mindless yawn
    Nor creative enthraldom
    Rather it’s broken tool going on
  • Nils Loc
    1.3k
    You're supposed to post poetry in the Lounge.
  • schopenhauer1
    9.9k

    Ok. If a moderator thinks it belongs there, I’m fine with it.
  • Valentinus
    1.6k
    The agreement to a common understanding
    Broke out into a fight
    That allowed the trucks to get away with the loot
    With few clues to point at what actually went
    Down.
  • T Clark
    13k
    Peace, resting like a yoke on my shoulders.
    I feel the weight pushing me down,
    The harness pulling me back.
    I feel my legs start to strain against the ground
    The way I imagine a plowhorse feels
    Waiting to feel his master snap the reins.
  • Nils Loc
    1.3k
    The Ape Shit Linguist
    Languishes on.

    Behold the wearying locutions of your letters, sand grains texturing wordy landscapes.

    Read the desert stretch of your sentences as miles of my ersatz grief.

    For crap sake, shut up!

    The buffoonery of your babble
    Of bullshit, in blasting heat or brittling cold, does not console me.

    Mirages of a quiet hope gleam on the horizon.

    The sea is the same, fathoms full of salty tears.

    Butt also... (not "but also")

    Lucky comforted on our motoring mounts, ships and caravans, skin upholstered arm chairs.

    Ride on Lucky,
    Ride on...

    For the ass is sore and Sophia is snoring...

    Awake Sophia!

    Awake fragile pigeon of my heart. I seek thy company, to distract me from my mind troubles and the void of the desert.
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