Sand paper the butter
Brillo pad and Ajax the kids
Put a bandanna on the dog
Water the cactus
Then watch it drink
That nasty shriveled up thang aint ever gonna bloom
Like my cock
Hairless
Hardly ever hard
Placid and flaccid
Now you're ready
Now you're set
Pull out your twenty-four pack of Blue~ribbon
You're a plumber cracked redneck, and my poppa
Touch me like you kick the dog.
I chew on the remote control, bored
Tracy Ulman is on HBO practically still an amateur
thespian. She is ugly and her tits hang irregular
As pendulems, pretty, but reminding.
I am thirteen, and my pet double yellow nape
(Amazon parrot) Gus, knows my name by heart
I always answer him back by replying, "What?"
He simply states, "Hi?"
Then we talk for hours about soap operas and
politicians. He is very open minded for a bird
I wish my tongue wuz quicker to lash
like me mums. Then I'd eat him like
an enchanted chirping hot pocket.
I can't play basketball anymore because our
asphalt driveway (The one my grandmother had
installed before discovering it was a Gypsy scam)
Has begun a rapid deterioration back
to the non existent, red clay and gravel.
Giant water filled pot holes forced
my ball to lose its dribble.
Action Jackson & I play dungeons and dragons for days
strait on end. A natural teleportation back into the centers
of our imaginations. We fall asleep with the fan pointing
under the sheets of my waterbed.
A pop up tent to play in.
At the bus stop we smoke weed & peg cars with
snowballs to pass the time, so chain tired.
Sunvalley is the biggest trailer park in the world
I can see the Donner Pass from my double
wide, calling me home for dinner.
Author notes
A very old poem
Written January 18th, 2004
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Stop blaming everyone else for your problems when you know they are genetic.... lol this is rich here... Then I'd eat him like
an enchanted chirping hot pocket.
I'm going to use that line the next time my African Gray Parrot screams at me for no good reason. Bet he straightens up reallllllll fast. His favorite saying is... WHAT UP DUDE... Dude being his name. -
i thought it was kinda sad and it reminded me of cold days playing out in the winter with nothing much too do and life is so dumb and boring...great moody thing it is...marvellous as usual!
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Mellow Horus8
"Now you're ready, now you're set"
Yep. The screen drops from the ceiling and the movie begins. Helicopter shot of a trailer park stretching from side to side of the panoramic format and then we go dolly straight into one specific window and whip through the bars on the bird cage. Closeup on Gus as he croaks "Horus8" again and again. Fade to black and bring up music.
Reads like a fim with poignant vignettes of growing up. Seems happy enough at 13. None of the usual rage or venom is evident at this stage... only the final two lines presage a darker time ahead.
Gee...no chaos, no ranting, no sandwiches - the Prozac must have kicked in and we're presented with a softer image (this is like ED-TV I swear). I hope you realize this is really hard to build off of.
Nice. Soothing. Mellow. But those last lines...
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