He wrinkles up in the sun
Phoenix rips green holes
With flags in all directions
Old fucks and spun spics out fucking
Dickin' it with visors and dentures
Sell them insurance Scott
Write the poetry
Live the dream!
Run your overworked
Under-loved hands over your scars
Like a lumpy Irishman
I catch him there alot
laughing at me, judging me
judging him.
I've got two great sons
and Terrence Mckenna
A lovely wife
and Carlos Castaneda
I have a magical portal
to Uranus.
I think the world is fucked Scott
With or without your poetry or my
cock sucking. See that's funny Scott.
I think, on mushrooms sometimes
in full swing with the logos
"can I share with the people in the valley
Mercury engine, dhatura, and DMT"
No, no, can I show them Scott
What happens when you give a monkey
psychoactive plants for 7 million years?
Will we turn into butterflies?
Oh, I think so Scott,
Stepped on hummingbirds
Or under-tabled gum
My dad will die, my mom,
your mom, all of us Scott
And I hope it burns like hell
and makes you smile again.
Perhaps, you an' I will go to Broke Back Mountain
and fuck off on some brown trout.
Author notes
This is my first poem in my new series
Broke Ass Mounting starring, Scott and Horus8.
Written March 15th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest: Evolution, Separation & Transformation by Heart Sutra.
400 points, ended March 21, 2006, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Read the second one first and now I read this and wil wait for the third with breath that is baited... OKay I left myself open on that line, but what the hell. This is cool.
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Awwww... so this is the first in yiur series.. very good.... I'm just glad I'm old enough to take most everything with a grain of salt...
You're off to a good start, Jeremi.. makes my Lolita series look like a mother goose rhyme...
A super write
Dee
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No, my Scott has hair and talent.
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I can't wait for the next in the series.
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I can't stop bloody laughing... hahahhhhahhaha
oohh this is damned good... I love your voice in this J.. it's a real treat -
So, are we talking about the same Scott here? LOL. I mean our Scott? Scott the poet? LOL. Oh my. Now I have this perfect image of you and our Scott up on the mountain banging around poetry in funny hats with a few choice shock words stated boldly and eating brown trout. LMAO. I am wondering which one of you is going to be the more emotional poet turning all femme and stuff? hum. That would be Scott! And, you will just brand him with your lucky number 8. LOL.
Anyway, the narrative quality of this poem is dynamic and your new collection is off to a wild spin. I am sure this will rock a few folks, shock a few others, and gain you a whole new level of cock sucking stalkers. LOL.
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"whoa" indeed. Nothing like a little shock value to wake the world up with in the morning. Or evening. Or whenever. Sounds like scott's life is much like everyone else's, albeit more graphic in its expression. At the least, I like how this can help transform those who are prudish in their outward thoughts they share, giving them a view of not being prudish. lol
Nice entry, strange entry, and quite enjoyable to read.
peace
doug
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whoa...
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