Details |
Alias Pretender Poem
former skunk king on beat uptown
sex surviellance up the strip
scout out on varieties
fiery redhead, always got a light
flick a flame in his direction
you know the colour coded eye
say green for go go
grassy blonde was
a red light worth running
Massey told me so
Rev in the department
declares rats in the ranks
like the brats in the projects
have got no one to thank
sinners are grinners
lovers never win
cowards die many times
liars live intermittently
future skunk king
regulate body temp in the hood
and housewives with their houselives
are making lusty confessions
one sided mirror
repeats the room in on itself
to a climax in a ceiling fan
the room was spinning but the fan stood still
skunk king was a rat
hid his lesser stench
go see his favourite matchstick girl
with his favourite thirst to quench
she'd eat the cash right off the bone
god knows she'd picked hers clean
she'd kiss the badge clipped to his waist
and go with the routine
Copyright © Alias Pretender | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Alias Pretender Poem
an invalid
an invital
cast a clearing on
could not only part a sea,
but more likely the trees
big bad mountain splitter
clear a path for me please
hid away in slums of heaven
formed a gang of impressionable heads
fools didn't know that they were dead
but cried to the pain of phantom wings
sunset diver
karmic debt collect
hunting me down for
great crimes than might exist punishments for
though no one ever said
that gods weren't creative
an invalid
an inculpable
voodoo dolls
voodoo dolls
with voodoo minds
and time after time
are oh so willing
to prick themselves with any old needle and pin
drawing in...
Copyright © Alias Pretender | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Alias Pretender Poem
you know he'll work best in the dark room
ran on the scent of rotten angels he kept
let him loose in the living room
and hes wrapped around the furniture
look him in the windowless eye
sunk down to his elbows
he got me on my lucky thirteens
burnt out easy
a good mix of glow and gloom
that which strives when most deprived
who thrives in the darkest part of a room
used to lie in the backyard
be glowing for days
a come down like sunset
be spewin light and it would
wrap around the buildings
and the houses looked human
with monsters within
night didnt need a camouflage
you could see right through
that which cries when most alive
who thrives in the darkest time of night
Copyright © Alias Pretender | Year Posted 2010
|