MiPo Poetry Board Best of 2002

9d

Need I mention
Three dimensional
beslimed men shun
the rhyme whence yon
scream inciting,
dream biting
tension bringing forth ninth
dimension prophecy slinging
me decides to unleash
the beastly night time
wrench one thinks might
lend some release of tight,
dense and greedy, pent up energy
when...

in the ninth dimension where
we'll find the intentional
mind the dementia'll bind
in our tendons and then when
we come to our senses, we'll sense
that the truth is present everywhere,

even in lies the truth resides
to display itself in violent ways
when it's disobeyed, so, hey,

just cease and desist your resistance
this instant and listen to this...

In a timeless and distant
dimension of existence
when sentient entities
show no resistance and
attend to no question, for
the answers are all present
and all about there, then is
a sense of serenity,
I was seen as the
d-d-demented one
when I said what i meant with
intent to convey
that all I want is a way
to get some pleasant entertainment
when I went out my gourd,
and then to the Lord,
said "God, d-d-damn it!
I'm so phucking bored!"
For she then caught a resentment
and sent me to vent my
dis
cont
ent
ment

HEYA
WHEYA
I FEYA
I'll always
BE A CLEYA miss
at having someone
NEYA as lovely as
P-P-P. Tra ta ta ta
to kiss

To have and to hold until
death do us asunder or even
until the next crack of thunder.
I d-d-dread until I'm d-d-dead I'll
just sit here and wonder 'bout the taste
of the lips of the one who's influence I'm
under, but,

butt phuck! Now I'm just stuck
with this glutton and lust
and this pride and this anger and
envy and sloth and this
greed which I think is
needed to a degree in
order for me to avoid
starvin' in poverty,

but don't misunderstand
for it can get much worse
and I think that's what we'll
cover
in the
next
verse.

But first we must come
back to the place where
we came
when we
first cursed.

HEYA
WHEYA
I FEYA
I'll always
BE A
CLEYA miss at
having someone
NEYA as lovely as
P-P-P. Tra ta ta ta
to kiss!

In a distant and timeless
dimension of existence
when sensuous beings need
no assistance from shelter,
water, food, air, earth, wind nor fire
and there is nowhere to go any higher,
I don't know why I said what I said to
the sovereign head over
all that is living and dead.
I'm sorta glad I did though in
stead of what ever it was
T-T-Ted Bund-dy must've said,

THEYA
THEN
WHEYA
and WHEN
to SWEAYA to God
was a sin.

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