Once we moved in time
Our bodies mimicked like shadows
Two beats connected by heart
Like strings on our ankles
We chose each step carefully
Until sudden fall
Shards of glass in the cracks of past times
Salted cheeks under another layer of dedicate cotton
Tears of papers singed by flame
Parts of two that are missing as one
A simple minded gimps of what could have been
But endlessly searching for the things once known
We move in different times
Are bodies mimicked like shadows?
One beat by broken hearts
Categories:
gimps, betrayal, break up, cry,
Form: Free verse
Wide eyed cat girl had a glow and a glimpse
We steered clear of her of course, as we are imps
She had the crazy look of one of those chimps
You see in the circus who walk with butts out like gimps.
Wide eyed cat girl had a look that said leave me alone.
She did not answer to anyone, rules she did not condone.
I never saw her with technology – TV, an I-pad or an I-phone
Since she was a cat, I assumed she might like to bone.
Wide eyed cat girl gave me a look that shrunk me down.
It was the same look she gifted to others in our fair town.
She ran off one night with Sir Tom, a circus cat clown.
Someone said she got married in a hand me down pinkish gown.
Categories:
gimps, cat,
Form: Rhyme
oh
word gimps
watts bring
me in
now
so
much
better than then
snow me a cone
or
leever me alone
whats that
up
the
road
a
head
we
watch
them limp
word gimps
?
Categories:
gimps, art,
Form: Lyric
Delusions of grandeur of being superior, definitive lines drawn and hacked up on a mirror. The Earth trembles and all the ghosts have left.
Gov't Gimps,
Unnerving social locusts.
Human livestock and their fodder. No artistic merit, can't hold their weight in dirty water.
Gripping onto a fleeting idea with fear of the flame going out. Inner child snuffed with a plastic bag. We will wear these costumes like Halloween until the day that we die.
Gov't Gimps. Media ****, rape our attention spans, glue the 3rd eye shut. Netflicks goons. Simeon sex for brains. Woke up this morning with a bullet on my mind.
Hell is in the body and Heaven's broken glass smile lacerates my ribs. Your Smart phone knows just how you like it.
Daunting.
Of human design.
Birds of a feather talk about the weather. Gallow fruit, sticky fingers, and preachers draped in leather.
Don't you pray for me. Not with that filthy mouth of yorn. The evil that manifests your bones is so easy to justify. Don't pray for me, not with that filthy mouth of yorn. When I die, leave me where I lie, that radiation that corrupts my bones is so easy to justify.
#MonkeyBusiness
Categories:
gimps, abuse, art, betrayal,
Form: ABC