In my dream the earth is breaking up like a comet
and falling into the sun.
Voices are singing the Goodbye asshole song.
The moon is falling too.
Having only days before glanced the earth.
Its beautiful and the mothmen are laughing.
It is a time of joy and parties.
weird huh.
Elites are dieing in selfmade brazen bulls.
Its pretty like shoemaker levy 9.
And through it all the melodies of the
goodbye asshole song make it the day it is.
Wow ,goodbye asshole.
C'mon who doesn't love that song.
The dancer hears not the music yet believes.
You may not call the dancer mad.
As all prayer is but the buzzing of insects(Al Azif)
Give the dancers space.
The hyper-volume is watching and waiting.
Stop teasing us.
A contest entry
- Dare to enter The Joker's mind by A Poet Named Kyoto.
1800 points, ended September 7, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a wondeful poem, however, it seems to be much more about the song rather than The Joker. And just my personal opinion, but I don't think he would ever worry about prayer.
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Its got worms,thats my reason and I'm sticking to it.
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