Uneasy Thoughts: Poems Bizarre
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Uneasy Thoughts: Poems Bizarre |
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eccentric Poetry By Arturo Hernandez
Lightning bolt color sprayed my long lashes... So I may finish this three thousand yard dash. Butterfly germs collected on my long sleeve shirt, As I roll and reel in the muddy swampy dirt. Lizards swinging to the beat of buzzing bees, Way high upon the coconut trees. This is my fantastic jungle, my dizzy land. Here I can make incredible demands. I can fly with out air in my lungs. Or sing tune with out songs. Someday I will return to reality, back to the real life. But now I will just spend time with my lovely wife. 3-14-1989 Spring to tree to tree watch as we see and flee red turtles swing to rock Rock swings to roll and then rock Hoover dam Sam shot heard blam!!! Rocks Roll like rivers, tremble the roads, as they wreck mischief 8 -3- 1988 (much like rock and roll) Quakes are breaking bottles Monsters are dangerous with white teeth teeth they shine at times like dinner fairy tall tails and vampires bite our necks blood spurting all over rocks dogs lap the liquid and eat the clot Yuck! But when the sun dies And no place else fries We shall all do die 8-3-1988 How high is our sky?? is it as high as I?? is it blue as noon tide we will never see it die And that is no lie
How brown is the ground?? does it make sound sure is does astound what may be found
12-21-88 Roses are dead violets are blue the world is dead the world is blue
Man is gone Woman to Race is run death is true
The bomb has done Waste to all Ash I've become In clumps I fall
Fire and Fear Death rules here Mother I fear Dead I fear 7-16-87
A dark river flows and I am on it A cloud looms over and I am under it A river ends and the cloud rains A wet rain hits the water Swirls of waves weave on an endless journey, reaching the sand, I see it them splash. A dark river flows and I am on it. 6-15-87
I love the smell of milky brain in the morning frying and spitting in a hot breakfast pan "Darn good...." Yeah the smell of milky brain drives me utterly insane the fan's wind I direct it at me let the smell hit me You see what I mean??
I like to play patty cake with the little guy under the tree he winks at me, everyday, as I pass by his shady tree, near the babbling brook I wink back and as I do he strangely reveals a pack of diamond shaped cards, with highly reflective properties, And pretty like pictures on them "Patty cake today Joey?" Yes I would reply, and together we'd hit hand, palm on palm, singing strange songs, as long light streams fall from the sky, blue and green ones, streaming down to the ground near our playing and singing, I say I am done, and the freak grins and winks again, and quickly escapes back to his shady little tree, And I walk away relieved..... 2-15-2002
By Arturo Hernandez
The day the world went insane I remember it well The day I went insane with jealously when you went away with that ass that stupid jerk It was the most craziest thing you jumped up on him and danced the night away it was the way you stuck your tongue in him, right down his ear and throat nasty old bitch you can be 7-29-2004
Strange Sightings copyright © 2002 by Arturo Hernandez
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