Long Pillowcases Poems
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The Sheep line up to be Walmart counted
Empty thoughts sleep walking in pyjamas
Without smiles
Without voices
Without community
There to stare
at how to work another register
The One that doesn't care about your day
The One the Waltons ousted John Boy to replace
His minimum wage and demeanour an outrage
Musk and Bezos need more Smarties
just like YOU,
to feed empty space
So, You, Sleep Walker, will pay
Buy your daily Bread
Care not that the oven can slam shut
Care for Nothing
Just as long as it costs THEM next to nothing
Be silent, say nothing
Be Nothing
Don't smile
Don't talk
Don't live
Be the unpaid cashier
.......And bring your own pillowcases!
I woke up on the floor again this morning,
Remembered what it was had laid me low.
That hardwood wasn’t meant to be a mattress,
But ever since she left I’ve made it so.
I curse the brutal honesty of sunrise
That filters through the curtains of my room
Illuminating bobby pin reminders
And pillowcases wearing her perfume.
This door is one I’ll never want to open.
I just might let my hammer nail it shut;
She left the closet full of empty hangers,
That do a nasty number on my gut.
Here she was; where’s she gone?
Restless spirit movin’ on.
Ramblin’ Rose from dusk till dawn.
Here she was; where’s she gone?
A hundred yellow butterflies transmuted into a hundred states all gone chaotic. They no longer fluttered in happiness but dropped bombs like rain for oil. Geckos scampered around attempting to bring messages of transformation, but these were duly shoved underground, geckos with their messages.
Ravens blacker than black descended with croaks so loud, it was deafening. Poets sleeping with Bibles under their floral pillowcases ignored Rays of Light in favour of word manipulation, presented by Roman desecrators in history becoming herstory.
A hundred years times a hundred years panthers and tigers from Lyra stalked the continent, followed by a hundred yellow butterflies. The Lyrans attempted to open lids of the sleeping continent, with its hundred states. Stars and Stripes blew higher and louder, trying to gleam. Citizens made creamy puddings, roasted salmon and strawberry parcels, blindfolded. The animal kingdom wept. Still they slept, demanding subscriptions, allegiance, life.
Crimson was the sky, with skyscrapers about to topple. In bleaching bellies of dustbin scratchers, flies settled their veined wings. Phantoms descended weird and wonderful, some with whispy arms, some with goggle eyes, large as saucers. They painted yellow butterflies across bakery windows, subsequently writing ekphrasis on their paintings.
Timelines and grids collapsed. Every clock burnt itself in candle flames that citizens lit in Tarot rooms. Autumn leaves fluttered in springtime with snowdrops falling when summer walking became stalking. Beloveds were circles of colour sending texts to connect, retaining nebulous links. These confused Time too, calling past the present, and the future, the past. Colour was quietly expanding itself underground.
one kaleidoscope turned another
yellow butterflies between pages
destruction turning movie reels ~
Plaid pillowcases, paisley sheets, polka dotted comforter,
The brand name designers can throw this together
And everyone oohs and ah’s and acts like
They have never before seen
anything this marvelous
And never will again.
When we try to do it,
People laugh.
Behind our backs
After they leave
Unless they are
Relatives…
They laugh
Immediately
Loudly and rudely.
Snipes are a kind of bird, difficult to spot
because they’re quiet and they hide a lot –
a kind of cross ‘twixt stool pigeon and an owl,
it is a bird that deserves to be called fowl.
Maybe a large rooster with antlers like a moose
some guys say they are more like a wild goose.
How do you catch them? Now that is where you
depend on luck; my friend hit one with his shoe.
Some make a cage from an old cardboard box
but pillowcases work. To really outfox
a large snipe, you may need to bring a rope
to tie him up; if it's real dark, you just hope.
First, you start to hear sounds - like gobblety-gook
and you may start to think that you are a schnook
but hang in there. Sometimes it takes all night
especially if the snipe puts up a fight.
First time I went, along about one o’clock
I smelled what I thought was a rat in a crock
quick as a wink, I caught onto a small snipe.
What a night! but I got it, all in one fell swipe.
You know where he's at
He been in Gotham,
Whole city lit,
He grew and blossomed.
What he touches, he flips,
Moves with caution,
Always asks if you good
Load up attachment.
Map in his hands,
Survives in the woods,
Light up a match
He’s good in the hood.
Hustle forever, forever he should,
Walked through a path
With booby traps like the Goonies would.
He grew up a man,
Can’t leave the trap,
Needs a bag,
Pillowcases with chicken feed in the lab.
Standing on business,
It’s buried in the back,
Delivers the mail
On a mission
Tunnels and trenches,
Benches stay cold,
Carries the heat
Like a thermal
He don’t bend, don’t fold,
Can’t stay consistent at home.
I’m the Joker
Can’t be controlled.