Best Loco Poems
Red wine
Is a reasonable
Facsimile
For sanity
The way to a man's heart is through nude girlie photos
Causing him to expel gasps as he basically goes loco
His eyes get big and googley
As she wiggles her ample boobies
Drooling profusely from his gob by the bucket load
© Jack Ellison 2015
It is crazy, it is loco, just like the name
On ranches in the Southwest, it will grow
It is a poison, a narcotic, will drive animals insane
Once they have eaten it for a short period of time, never the same
It will ill them, but death comes slow
Has the very same affect as heroin and cocaine
Looks like alfalfa, pretty, sweet and green
Grows in the winter, when grass is straw like and dead
They are forever pulled to it, like a magnet force
To them it is like sweet candy, very high in protein
But in a matter of time, will take them to their death bed
From a deer to an antelope, to a cow and a horse
It is easy to tell when one is on he weed, by the things that they do
They will get thin, won't eat anything else, get upset fast
Like a worm in a apple, that is what it does to their brain
They are in a storm of their own and do not have a clue
It is one that they will never get past
Like drugs, everything to lose and nothing to gain
The seed will lay in the ground for ninety nine years of more
They have tried to eradicate it, the next year it will be back
They chop and burn it, but still there is the seed
For the rancher it is a losing battle and a lopsided score
The more they fight, the less that they win
So they just try to live with the damn old LOCO WEED
Sighting the clearness
of your bright green eyes,
I realized...
My love
for you
is utterly blind...!
The way to a man's heart is through nude girlie photos
Causing him to expel gasps as he basically goes loco
His eyes get all googley
As she wiggles her boobies
Drooling profusely from his gob by the bucket load
The way to a man's heart is through nude girlie photos
Causing him to expel gasps as he basically goes loco
His eyes get all googley
As she wiggles her boobies
Drooling profusely from his gob by the bucket load
this just in the
prediction of
today's
weather
as i walk in
from outside
where the sky
is like a grey layered
blanket but with
no chance of a
covering of
snow for i
just saw
fly by a
great
blue
heron
headed
for the pond
knowing all along
his feet won't slip on
the nonexistent ice
Estoy perdido, lo único que recuerdo son columnas caer, las mismas que en un momento nos mantuvieron a flote.
Cada mañana, Cuando miro al espejo, Siento que algo se esconde detrás de él. ¿Eres tú? Muchacha de cabello curvo y mareante como olas crecientes?, ¿eres tú?, con tus ojos dulces como la miel, y tu piel pálida como la espuma de mar?
La luz refleja en mis ojeras de cansancio y todo se vuelve neblinoso y borroso. ¿No te das cuenta? En mi pecho hay una luz, asegura que estás ahí detrás, espero sea verdad, y notes como el frío y el dolor opacó el brillo de mis ojos, transformándolos en un marrón apagado.
Sé que estás ahí.
¿Ahora entiendes por qué en las madrugadas me transformo en un tembloroso humo?
Me siento mareado. Mi pecho se encoge al contemplar lo que encuentro, una sombra que se desvanece, un humo que flota.
El calor que recorre el cuerpo y en mis manos se forma una nube hiriente.
Mientras escucho nuestra canción en las calles, oigo tu voz.
Aunque no te veo, sé que estás ahí, aunque no me hables, te sigo oyendo.
Y mientras la luz de la noche se esparce, me levanto y me dirijo hacia el espejo, solo para notar que ya van tres días sin cerrar mis ojos.
Todo a mí al rededor se hace transparente, más frágil.
Y entonces te siento, siento tu presencia, como el hueco de una canción en mis manos.
Me voy y en un parpadeo llego al alba, te esfumas en un suspiro.
Mientras los restos de la noche se disipan, yo sigo de pie donde te vi por última vez, pero solo encuentro tu sombra, y el aire se silencia.
look at
that possum
gratefully
playing Jerry
Garcia
I'm just an ordinary man,
latin barking in south american way
and i say : Soy loco por ti America,
soy loco mis amores...
Yes I'm crazy for love,
but I don't have money in the bank,
but I have relevant friends,
and many without much importance,
but they're people, and I'm crazy
by people from all over the world...
So i continue writing
for us to be all
friends... !
God save Americas!
she
is loca
me
i'm loco
she
is loca dulce
me
i'm locoer
she
is loca por el amor
me
i'm locoerer
she
is mi sueño loco de esperanza
me
i'm locoest
did
you
say
locusts
the eighth
plague and yet
i plague of allegiance
to the gag orders against her
ruthless proportions
midnight feast on emotions
rebirth from curses
look at that
doe so close
to the road
panhandling
just for a
buck
be my engineer
heat me to
boiling
open my mouth
stoke my fire
shoveling
words in
but save
one
chunk of
coal that
was
heated
but now
has cooled
and as is time
for all time
this will be
ours as coal
becomes a
diamond
that fox
thought
he was
a wolf
in sheep's
clothing
diagnosis
cross
dressing
with
an identity
crisis