like shellfish...
selfish...
Like male men...
tell friends...
to be...
something like me...
theres nothing i see...
thats likely...
I be on spiritual iv's...
my dreams..
might bring...
light beams...
to your sights seen...
in five weeks...
your wife leaves....
just like leaf's...
in autum...
whats benieth the bottom...
of this fecetious problem...
like belimiks starvin..
I'm carvin my hardend turmoil..
pardon my garden is her soil...
converge royal with poverish...
and the problems witch...
haunt the motrapolis..
will call it quites...
like college kids...
during the day and age of the apocolypse...
we all search for providence..
in a world with no common sense or cognizance...
a hypothesis...
becomes obstiante reactions...
I'm an ideologist with passion...
whose predominate with rappin...
mind ****s make your conciousness colapse in...
like condon tips that slaps men...
you pocket ****, like fostered kids..
the profits missed...
the links between...
the reasons we...
believe in greed...
humans need to bleed and breed..
to use this dellusive seed we feed..
like ruends im ruendfor at least a speach or two...
how can i preach the truth...
when we beat the youth...
Categories:
condon, death, life,
Form: Verse
Two blankets on the dry grass
at the far side of the open field.
One red one and
one small, pink one
off a girl's bed.
Off to the side, a ball cap,
a knapsack, and a sad, empty, bottle of root beer.
One pocket of the knapsack
held one Durex, latex condom.
In Spanish, on
the side of the foil packet, “1 condon de latex”.
the other pocket – a large tin of Tea Tree , water-based, pomade
nearly gone.
inside the knapsack
in the big pocket -
school books, notebooks
pens and pencils.
The front of the math folder read “math blows”.
Last night, little Johnny
met his girl at the park for
some love making.
The left hurriedly, or were scared off
by a coyote
or deer in the tall grass.
Little Bobbie went home without
his school books and his hat, but
left with pomade in his hair
and the smell of his girl
on his clothes
and her taste in his mouth.
Categories:
condon, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, people,
Form: Free verse