a poem for maxter

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

a poem type deal i wrote. one of those "let the words flow out without thinking" kind of thing. its near decent i suppose. kinda irrelevant at first, but starts to make a little sense at the end.

penis bot penis bot

hell hell

go to the dark circle

calibrate your bow

birth upright the yonder

in the tales of fear

makers of fortune will run dear

standing in the marsh with nothing but a a hat

a man of deep sorrow wears a hat

the hat is the feather he uses to float to the sky

with the birds and the buzzards crowding by

up the windowseal you will see the same grace and beauty the capped man could see

for when you put your heart and soul

into the window seal you will know

out from the distance that bird will scream

up to your windowseal and then for you it willl sing

chirp little birdy chirp while you can

for soon you will know no man