By Jimmers 0

[porcupine48]

[porcupine48]

sometimes I get a black in

my mind

and i have to say

how much I love my

best brothers and sisters

before I sink into

the black hole that

is fear and lust and

horror of death that takes

all my mind and terror'of

time forgotten and lost

and wasted years

and days

and nights

with memories salted

sugared and crystled

misspellings and missgivings

missus robinson

jimmers needs you

to save my self

tuesday

my blue sock

is missing

[porcupine48]

Any thoughts anyone?Captain?

[porcupine48]

spiral spinning

toilet flush winning

a life

a drain

on hopes and dreams

armored amours

and fools

for the flavour

licorice whips am

i paid for

this sweet uncanny

bikini island

still sandy or

glass and

the brandy is

handy to be

sweet and

dull

again in vain

the yellow shirt

is bundled up

in the corner

[porcupine48]

Cigarette packs and foil

Crumple in pockets

And wish for matches

To conflagrate

And Co manipulate

Smoke and

Fire up the masses

Nylons run

And canditates

Who will be our

Leader and reader

Of the obituaries

In the nations

Mourning paper

Stained with

Whine and

Cheeses age

So bitter

Blue mister

Mystery

Ditko on

White paper

The king is

Dead but we

Have read

The futures past

It is our

Master plan

To clean the

Tailor made

Butts out from

The gutter

[Collect0r]

 

The poem about your relationship with your father was great

 

 

[Collect0r]

It has been years sense I have written anything but your thread was some how motivating hope this is alright:

 

 

 

A mouse in a maze without restitution

Daily tasks for years and years

I feed on my own persecution

Lashes from my love I'm wounded

Alive

My breath is taken from a still borne eye

Bound and determine

Baby steps

 

 

 

 

 

 

[porcupine48]

Great stuff,keep it coming!

I love to see others creative work,any one else?

Thanks for the compliment and contribution!

[porcupine48]

I still miss you everyday Papa

I hope you are at peace.

Happy Fathers Day

For you Father.

 

 

 

I miss you when I

wake up sweaty and

dry mouthed in the deep

of nightmares

and when I see your ashes

in the velvet verdure bag

standing guard over my room

I miss the secret resentment

we quietly held against each other

that we always talked about

and lied that it was okay

I miss you

when I see something

I smell something

that reminds me of you for

no god damn reason at all

I miss saying i'm mad at my father

and you not answering my calls

thank god we loved each other

and got along

thank you for being my papa

funny to think

that I think of you more often

now that you're gone.

 

 

 

Jimmers

[porcupine48]

Bumping some old stuff of mine....I think some of its okeydokey,especially after not reading it for some time

[porcupine48]

Don't be too rough please.....

 

.....g'day......

 

 

 

Nice How about some bawdy limericks next?

 

there once was a fellow called jeffro

liked to get inta the rum

he kept adult toys in his afro

and tried to put one in her....

 

 

Jeffro!Remember this!?

[porcupine48]

It has been years sense I have written anything but your thread was some how motivating hope this is alright:

 

 

 

 

A mouse in a maze without restitution

Daily tasks for years and years

I feed on my own persecution

Lashes from my love I'm wounded

Alive

My breath is taken from a still borne eye

Bound and determine

Baby steps

 

 

 

 

 

Love.It.Anyone else,please!

[trmoore54]

Great stuff here Jim! As you and I have shared since meeting here. I'll share a few of my favorites...

 

a friend called me last night

a friend called me last night

and said he'd been meaning to call

(it had been about 4 weeks...)

and we made some small talk

leading up to

I came home late the other night

and she had packed up everything

and left the ring and a note on the dining table...

her absence as sudden

as a blindside carwreck!

her memory a tear-stain on the tablecloth...

 

Happy F**king New Year!

 

later he said he had read like

5 Bukowski's and did about 2 or 3 bottles

of scotch the previous 2 weeks

to take the edge off

 

the 80hour weeks...

the 7day weeks

and, anyway,

I don't think that was the cause

 

more like the symptom...

and we went on to talk about

what a toll our jobs were taking on us and

how it was all so endless

the numbing inertia

and what was really important in life

and not to lose sight of that

and how f**ked the world was at times

but how it could be good too

and when was the appropriate time

to chuck it all

and go open

that bait & tackle shop

and drive away

and drive and drive and drive and drive and drive

 

and never look back

 

 

L.A./MemorialDay/1994

 

Earthquake weather

permeates the psyche,

Bukowski’s dead,

but the Dodgers

are back in first.

Dissonant chords

ring in the mind

to help block out

the silence of

stoic neighbors,

unable to share

a holiday that is

no longer,

even,

a grandparent’s tale

told around

barbecues and

strawberry shortcake...

instead, we attempt

the reshaping of a

New Future,

A future without war

but sadly,

a future

without heart or kinship

 

A vacuous new caretaker

unable to uphold

its’ own heritage

against the backdrop

of the knowing,

bleeding Madras landscape.

 

Modern Day Life

 

Well, it’s a typical Saturday evening

at the Moore household

what, with the punk music blaring...

Water, P J Harvey

(he’s doing that thing again

where he parks himself

in front of the CD player and

selects random, alternate

favourite tracks)

Lettuce & Vodka, X

I muse upon the Kandinsky

On the wall,

Thinking of

The Great Utopia,

martini, resting firmly in hand,

I sip genteelly

(always genteelly)

practicing the Art.

Halloween, the dream syndicate

 

We Optimists

Practice at civilization,

While we wait...waiting...waiting...

For it to arrive...

 

Sameness

 

All I know is you watch a movie like

‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ and that’s

just the way it’s supposed to be when you’re a kid.

Despite the antics and Scout’s fighting and anger...

(and she had plenty to be angry about).

 

Even though a mad dog might wander

by one day and your old man might have to

shoot it and you find out he wasn’t half the

geezer you thought he was...

 

Nowadays the dream bought and sold

every day (at least to those who can afford it) is

sameness.

Row upon row of tiled roofs and

pink stucco walls

whisper the same credo of

sameness.

An antiseptic life without soul,

where neurosis is substituted for

drama and wisdom.

While society unravels

(with the prosper of suburbia?)

as people flee to the sanctity of

sameness,

to leave behind their discarded

neighborhoods for new ones, for the new

immigrants to fend for themselves

in separateness...not welcome in the land of

sameness,

not of the same.

 

We could all use a protector

and friend

like Boo Radley

these days

 

t. moore

 

[porcupine48]

Excellent as always Tom!I believe I may have read the second one before...man,we HAVE shared a bit of words eh?

Always thankful for Fante!And The Pugalist at Rest?Great read..

Gang,if Tom suggests a book,read it.They're books you never forget!

[ttfitz]

I like the To Kill a Mockingbird one.

 

Never was much good at poetry. Used to write a few Monty Python limericks, that's about it.

 

[kav]

Ca-Caw! Ca-caw!!!

Coffee grounds of my soul

spinning

Are those tulips or two lips?

I can't tell

See the woman

Code three

[porcupine48]

 

Ca-Caw! Ca-caw!!!

Coffee grounds of my soul

spinning

Are those tulips or two lips?

I can't tell

See the woman

Code three

Shout it loud my friend!

[porcupine48]

I miss you Papa,always will.

Wish you were here.

For you Father.

 

 

 

I miss you when I

wake up sweaty and

dry mouthed in the deep

of nightmares

and when I see your ashes

in the velvet verdure bag

standing guard over my room

I miss the secret resentment

we quietly held against each other

that we always talked about

and lied that it was okay

I miss you

when I see something

I smell something

that reminds me of you for

no god damn reason at all

I miss saying i'm mad at my father

and you not answering my calls

thank god we loved each other

and got along

thank you for being my papa

funny to think

that I think of you more often

now that you're gone.

 

 

 

Jimmers

[porcupine48]

NoWhere toLive,

ButNeverHomeless.

 

 

yawn with my mind

to see a different horizon

i stretch to swallow up

pink empty skies

they watch us as

the city dies alone

i lie down

crossed legged

wishing to be somebody else

cramped from living inside

this hoarded head

never by ourselves

Feeling like a lot of these old poems

[porcupine48]

For you Father.

 

 

 

I miss you when I

wake up sweaty and

dry mouthed in the deep

of nightmares

and when I see your ashes

in the velvet verdure bag

standing guard over my room

I miss the secret resentment

we quietly held against each other

that we always talked about

and lied that it was okay

I miss you

when I see something

I smell something

that reminds me of you for

no god damn reason at all

I miss saying i'm mad at my father

and you not answering my calls

thank god we loved each other

and got along

thank you for being my papa

funny to think

that I think of you more often

now that you're gone.

 

 

 

Jimmers