White lips party speaking nonsense Brighton red boisterous with emotions them shed soft tissue bled
finally letters profanity misplace heart health party never felt better angry enraged into silence we scream heart red lips passion no dreams nightmare spoken living at Knox trials and tribulations entertainment on talks tried and tried again forensically dead sputtering out profanity screaming out the dread I hold to myself myself I hold speaking at not these words that are untrue yet are told these are my lips that are red like a book the pages my mind so do dread
Categories:
forensically, absence, abuse, adventure, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
A sign on the gate read,
“No Democrats Allowed” –
Here no more debate, an
arrow pointing to an
elevator, “Democrats
Please Press Down” – not
one retrievable soul could
Peter find in the Democrat
Lost And Found: all votes
having been Forensically
Counted, Heaven's Golden
Rule, a thunderous voice they
heard cry out, “God Ain't No
Doting Fool!” –
Categories:
forensically, community, corruption, perspective, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
"Electric Boobs and Mohair Shoes"
Furry feet
slide across your
shiny floors
smiling cheshire teeth
incandescent
electric boobs and jets
there you sit
blown away... again,
kitty winked
a bachelor
forensically
degreed
brain open
not yet spent
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Benny & the Jets”, Elton
https://youtu.be/V5zFpctrgjs
“It’s always the last poem…”
Anonymous
"Last call Minsky's...
Piano Bar, Freedom Keys..."
Anonymous
1. Cheshire Cat.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire_Cat
2. Lewis Carroll
2a.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_Carroll
2.b
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/lewis-carrolls-shifting-reputation-9432378/
3. Lorena Liddell
https://news.artnet.com/art-world/was-lewis-carroll-a-pedophile-his-photographs-suggest-so-237222
4. Alice Liddell
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Liddell
5. Minskys Piano Bar.
6. Forensic.
7. Another Story. x 2, plural.
8. Orderly...Street. Lewis.
Categories:
forensically, journey, life, word play,
Form: Free verse
Listen
Listen to my ugly words
as they scratch upon your eyes
Searching for the truth in my world of lies
Beauty springing tears from this false facade
Love hidden in the hearts
of the brokenhearted
Spitting thoughts from within
to ease the congestion
Sickly slick i take a trip
Trying to lie to cover future lies
Forensically analyse my evasive murder
and accuse the accusations
Your world has broke my all
No one left to call
Upon the traces damning my existence
Listen just beyond my words
No silence in the pauses
Another joins my chorus
As we stand alone and sing
such similar verses
underneath the curses
Categories:
forensically, poetry,
Form: Free verse