Woah!..woah!..easy there girl…steady, steady..I would tell it…but I’ve never rode a horse nor is it a horse I’m telling to make ready…to stay steady of the course that I’m riding….abiding by the rules…hiding…no longer sit on bar stools…so tired are my feet that I used to abuse the streets that I’ve walked to my own inside head show beat that stayed playing on repeat…so much that it matched the music I listen to….
Now I’m in my four Os…slowing dwindling towards time borrowed…as if my time wasn’t before…God knows…so dreams are no longer my aspiration…now it’s do anything to support my son…my best creation…
my hops have become a little skipple…and my chuggle became a swiggle…this is just a “Quick Spittle”
Peter T. DeSpirito
A little thing spoils the appetite.
Mine and face just had to become tight
Dulled what had been luminously bright
Because the matter was far from light...
What was it, again? Oh yes, Hot Tea!
I'd been asked to tea: Some two cups free;
What giver would want from me: 'Agree'.
Cups if I tasted down on my knees!
Gingerly placed before me kettle
I free to finish it or take little;
But before I could saw host's spittle
And to simply reach kettle battle...
Speeding car in a herd of cattle.
I rale against this GOD
of pestilence and joyous pain.
This GOD of the sinners
unforgiving beggars and fear.
I shout into the vacuous vacancy
of empty souls - huddled in hope
pleading for the penetence
of an unobtainable peace.
I mock the preachers pulpitized phlegm
sprayed spittle and sanctimony
mesmerizing the melancholy
cajoling the sheep with wolf tales.
I believe in simple things
in butterfly translucent wings
in sermons preached by bullfrog dawns
in "crownless" kings and regal pawns
John G. Lawless
5/17/2020
Playing jigsaw with the clouds
Spoiler they just make one giant cloud
i know i shouldn't be allowed
light reflected in the raindrops
on the window glass
like a fractal demon mask
frozen mist
hangs around frame
sheltering from the obsidian rain
puddles tremble
light scratches across the sky
cloud haloed for a sec
thunder grumbles
missed the chance again
never to meet
my friend
With his beard decked in spittle he came,
Silently gliding into my heart, heaving
So fiercely the air itself quivered,
His arms outstretched in tremulous rage,
Pinned to the sky like a crucified slave,
In a fresh bout of awe we awoke,
Faintly aware of a kiss blown to the ages,
Scribbling with fury bottled-up letters
We now dispatch to the shores
Of a lost continent, where saints kneel
And pray by this sea we created,
Combing the jetsam for pebbles to skip,
Like us, shells to be picked and thrown to and fro,
Cursing a tide that comes and retreats
And carries us over to a land long forsaken,
A long ago time that we no longer know,
Our memories lost to the ocean, dark surf
Breaking on the reefs of our lives (for death comes in waves);
Night gently lays its shroud upon us, pumping pain
In the face of time, until in time's measure
We finally go.
Creeping crawling and tantalizing
Revamped and vandalizing
It creeps in
Clawing, digging, murderously thieving
Killing as it steals and thrills
It sneaks in
Vanquishing and smothering suppression
Suppressing all, thought of light regressing
It got in
Get it out, spit it back out. YOU DON'T WANT THIS TO GET IN!
Phlegm will choke you, but keep going and free yourself from sin
Dark's spittle can never, EVER..
Ah... here we are again my darling
It can win