| Jota Poetry II |
| Swiss Poem Account Collection |
| Poem Account Poets jota wylde Barry Fitton Joshua Griffin Craig Moore panta rhei Paul Kren Orphicgoblin judih |
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| Green Pants Hey Grandpa Joe Inside Out Grrrrl Love Poison Poet Skies are Made of Rubber |
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| Green pants Oh those holy holy pants Once upon a holy past Long since last we washed The sugar tears That dried my tears And made me wipe my face To smile again Whenever I would see those holy pants Of yours Jesus christ my god Every night They would greet me when you came home from work and slipped them on you made me laugh to see you in those holy unwashed green pants you climbed upon to ride them again as night wore on smiling in my sleep you made me laugh every time I rubbed against those holy green and unwashed pants |
| Hey Grandpa Joe hidden he kept secrets from the cooking women spied me one day said boy how'd you like a chicken for a pet? sir? yes you let them strut the cocks they don't fly away they know where home is when to roost and when to peck he said that bird later after it knocked me down and pecked my head and mother said that’s it was the toughest one he had ever et he said pj'd bed in the sanitorium and then in 1969 he was dead release me he said i laid a marble on the wood my mother said what's wrong with ye? no respect for the dead? sleepy joe he winks at me and death and smiles |
| Inside Out Girrrl Inside Out Girrrl came jingle jangle down the street Her sack and bones turned out for all to see and all that veiny meat Ho what a feast for lusting creeps but when they spy her See them turning running fleeing in the street away Horrified by all that fleshy inside outside womby stuff run run run away Its Inside Out Girrrl come to get you boys! Flippity flop that's her liver man Yipes! That's a spleen When she smiles you really see her teeth and gums And all those oozing wires from her eyeball spines Inside Out Girrrl upright making her approach Visible for miles That's no butterfly of beef Oh man that's her cheek Those shapely chops, her thighs In between the meiniscus Twisted fiubrous tissue From her knee oh yes Anterior ligament cartilage surprise Run men run boys! Find somewhere to hide Hey perverts come take a look And see what she's really like inside! Visceral delight You can see what she had for lunch Hamburger and fries Inside Out Girrrl she's just outasight Too much to digest you say? Go ahead and kiss her lips Cop a feel on that viscous breast So anatomically correct This be no plastinated fun Cell water tissue fat and fibre Hoo ha organ bobbing dance Inside Outside Girrrl wearing naked pants Eyeballs, skulls and lungs and what's that dangling thing? Muscular bouquet take a whiff and smell There goes Inside Out Girrrl Sliced and diced by prying eyes She has nothing from you to hide Inside Out Girrrl walking by Heart and brains and flesh and blood and all her inner parts Body liberated |
| Love Poison Who ever died Drinking wild Some wicked potion ale Not I Instead What gummed me up was pride Stirring frothy ocean bubble lies Candy tides and gooey skies Poured like sand from emptied bottles dry All those jelly flowers Spinning beneath the glass at me All those wasted watching hours I sipped that sea like seven Chinese brothers Swallowed whole the mer And spewed it out But it roars back and takes me with it Scraping crusted mother beds I drag upon the silted floors Wailing cruelty in my weeping wounds Staring up at gabled yawning waves Splashing over me Green and black and all blown back like Tears on strings Pulled down in sighs From deep below I heard the mermen groan Mutter low and there on a rock lies old Belladonna sitting there flapping her fins at the falling sun I heard the mermen groan and utter something odd of wings About the smell of my advancing soul All my days ahead An eternity of mud Caked in blood I made for shore Crawled along to reach the edge My thirst unquenched and Love – love lapping all around me - A stinking crimson tide Drinking that stuff It always makes me sick |
| poet skies are made of rubber wordless knowingness and nodding say yes yeS yES YES who circumnavigates dyslexic eyes and numbered souls one sneaking heart that peeks at you and glows red like Schindler's list globes rising tides of freckled children's eyes the poet skies are made of rubber BOING and fly, up so high you flutter laugh and whisper one word four letters it begins with l and ends with OVE! death will not defeat our mothers spin again that children's song mother, may I have another do it again! do it again do it again please, mother? |
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