You're a tangy tarantula wasp's revenge
And I am your centerfold pin-up
Donkey all the way into that thick green hunt
Bare-foot, and fever stricken, all the way out.
Will swallow you spice
Will swallow you worm
Will drink you down justice
Will make my thoughts burn,
And not in a bad way,
But in the way of the
Shaman, and that bang,
Not big mind you,
But orange on the
Park-way; My back -
- Pushed hard in a yard's grass.
Who's it is, and why I'm there?
Simple, to sketch your palm
To hang your heart dry
And back away rubbing my hands
Like a content villian
With sanitary wipes,
and five bucks for smokes.
Murdering, and warm breezing
another reason to live.
Author notes
Written February 7th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Penguins of the Heart . . . by Arizonastars.
310 points, ended May 2, 2004, 15 entries
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Well again, I like this poem very much. You are a very talented writer keep it up and Im sure you will!!!
From slightlyTwisted
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wow, very cool poem! i was confused at first, but i read it a few times and caught your drift
! lol but fantastic write, very creative and intriguing! thank you very much for entering, and GOOD LUCK!!!!!
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hey hey!! hey this poem was done creativley!!!! it was a little confuzing for me to read though because some parts were a tad bit confusing..... good poem! well good luck and thanks for entering our contest!!!!!!!!!
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ooo you confused the spunaless soul...i like it it's sad but i still think it's quite comical. Anyways i can tell the influence of something that is a little well hmmm nature filled here...yeah uh huh i'll call it that. I like this poem very much it's jsut one of your different ones..as always..none of your poems are the same i really love your style and wording...great job.
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what the hell is spuna, i never heard of it but maybe it's something new to look forward to in the future right just checking out your stuff
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And its always lovely to have someone to row the boat, ain't it?
I shall just stand, here, in the prow - one foot athwart the bulkheads and the other akimbo to the rising stars and affect the George Washington pose - father of our money and Sacred Illuminati Keeper of the Cherry Tree (metaphor for life is the pits).
And in the end, shopping without money is like eating without food - a waste of energy. To peruse the influx of foreign goods without the abiltiy to buy is to view the world through third world hopeful eyes. Is this what your mother taught you?
At least she gave you 5 bucks and a warm wash cloth. Scrub that spuna off before you go to the mall.
Edited on Feb 07, 8:24 p.m. because ''. -
glitter is good.... being southern and all.. I probably should know what a whiff straw is... I have me guess.... and that is good enough....lol. Thank you. You just navigate and command.... I row the boat..... lol.
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Hunor, is such a cute word, I'm going to have to give you a back stage pass with glitter and a whiff straw.
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I will not shop
for you
without money
on my mind
but this is life
on a sunday evening
when I should take
classes concerning
the meditation of
anything other than you
and this is where
everything is confused
but yet I
want to see you again
with the sand
in my shoes
and it's here
I can't shake
the thought of you.......
yeppers..... just a jenny rambling... and guess what... me gets points... like a hooker deep in the hunger of money.
Edited on Feb 07, 6:28 p.m. because ''. -
Also the heart of a palm is a southamerican potion and hallucinogenic.
But I think this poem is about just life in general and the way I observe it,
yet it's accessible to everyone because we all hate shopping with no money. -
It's part of a collection, if you'll notice, and the answer you're looking for is probably in there somewhere, thank you.
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I read this piece about 5 times and I still don't really get it, maybe I'm a bit dense today. Not to say i dont like it, because a few lines I really liked, but on a whole I'm not sure what is really being said. keep reaching out and keep taking in. Peace, Amber.
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somehow this seems to end with me feeling as though i am sitting in the garden in the sun enjoying my/yourself...inside the mind of horus a dark and dangerous place to be...i liked this little ditty it wasnt at all shitty and i think it is a pitty it had to end my fave lines are will swallow and the three after it just such nice rhythm in there.lots of love your 6th spunapostlybabe
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