Some crappy poetry huh?

ODE TO MY CABLE NEWS NETWORK WRITTEN WHILE WATCHING THE $1500 TAX CREDITED SUNSET FOR ONLY A WINK FROM MY NEW WINDOW FRESHLY INSTALLED BY BOB, JIM, AND DALE AT VINYL REPLACEMENT WINDOWS %26amp; PATIO DOORS BY VISTA - written by a poet who didn't even know it.



Oh! The passion that lurks within the misty wood, Where milky white, blushing lilies giggle sweetly in whose golden cups bees dream as they should, Ecstasy in its highest most hallowed form! Cherry red Blossoms burst fitfully amongst humble underbrush like ballerinas begging to perform, Full of youth (times stubborn yet doomed foe) and innocence (son of sin) mad like frenzied schoolchildren drunk with the glory of dreamy afternoons Napping beside the towering oak-trees blending in deep maroons who like golden gods provide awe and inspiration thundering like typhoons! On whose craggy cadaver green dews drip sighing for the sun and adding to the scattered perfume oriental palaces outdone with inviting cushions of velvet fantasy, In the damp chestnut coolness the lark steals a glance from the bowing branch poised with ghostly silence, The crow envious of all cracks the air stiff with brooding nightly presence, While the rejected moon high in heaven impatient as the wind attempts a lonely grin spilling silvered lust upon the damp heavy earth. Ah! This land of Skyscrapers built from and for love, for the singing dove honey dove! Why go back to the thoughtless price tagged globe constructed and shoved with sinful hands for greedy demands, our fading empires becoming wastelands this dank rollback muck of prices, clanking metal, rusted steel locomotives roaring, I hear an old fuzzy recording of broken industrial tongues while you and I squirm and writhe searching for some kind of romance amongst eggplant inspirations longing for your heart amongst the dirty cigaretted Dorito neighborhood streets grey and coarse where yellow and dim lay the markets past the sad blue automobiles next to freshly mown stinking grass, and neatly trimmed gardens performing for neighborhood contests, antennas like maggots on corpses line the houses on our block, our windows tightly closed, curtains frightfully shut for the black sunset, skeletons wobble a single daisy I saw with a dead fly in her ear, a child weeping from the bluest of eyes an oozing soggy petroleum tear while his mother comforts him so “it’s only a dream you have nothing to fear”Some crappy poetry huh?
AAGHHH!!!!! GET THIS PUBLISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i would like to hear more of what you write you are so inspiring!



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ryansusskin@yahoo.com

and yes i am a female if wondering lolSome crappy poetry huh?
Well, to answer you, yes I read something crappy nowSome crappy poetry huh?
hi Omar Y, the bit about the moon's lonely grin was good. we read the rest as well.

and recommend not taking any more whateever before driving

or going back to work

write on, quite gonzo we think...................