Dream's Mysterium

Category: poem

  • 18

    When I was only 18 I hadSeen a lot of thingsLiving under Father’s thumb —To little hope, I clinged.I tried to stay away from homeAs often as I couldA little time to see the worldDid enormous good.I saw it was much bigger thanMy father would confessAnd lots to keep one entertained —My goodness, we were…

  • Little ‘Ol Me

    I’m sort of like a god,But a little like a tree.Won’t you come and take a gander, girl,At little ‘ol me.There’s a gap between my teeth andSome webs between my toes,And I’ve got unbalanced eyesAnd a crooked ‘ol nose.But appearances are nothing.You should see what’s in my soul.

  • In Evil’s Name

    Once upon a moonlit night, A creature crooned and filled with fright The audience that gathered there To hear the beast congest the air With songs of lust of blood of men. The beast began to sing again. And all the children’s eyes went dark As parents covered them in shock. And who so braved…

  • The Talking Heads

    The Talking HeadsAre on TVThey’re telling thingsTo you and meThe best I can tell,None of them true.Let’s turn off TVsAnd read a good book.

  • Rapture

    The Rapture is coming!Just any day now!They’ve been saying for 2Millennia.They said it would come in the lives of the onesWho swore they believed itThose silly Romans.But he never came,But that don’t seem to botherThe Christians who worshipA crossNot the Father!

  • Van Gogh was Murdered

    Vincent van Gogh was shot—he was killed!They said it was suicide, but we know the deal.No one with a death wishShoots himself in the chest!Whoever murdered van GoghKilled his brother next!

  • Lindsey Graham

    Lindsey GrahamIs a HamWith a headAnd two lipsAnd two eyesFilled with liesThat his brainLet’s slipEvery timeHe’s confrontedFor the evil shit he does.He’s a monster.He’s inhuman.He’s a Cop.He’s the fuzz.

  • Juice

    They are taking US missiles and they’re dropping them on tents.That’s what the fucking Jews are doin’. What you think they meant? “I didn’t mean to hit you when they showed me where you were.” “I can’t really say, Yaweh. That day was such a blur.” Ten thousand excuses their religion gives to them.To be…

  • Kelly

    My father herded sheepI guess he was a shepherd.Someone had to do the deedTo keep them from the leopards.One day he saw a wolf.And shouted down to tell meBut I had heard that one beforeFrom Aesop’s girlfriend, Kelly.

  • Satan Has a Room in Hell

    For all the fucking ne’er do wells Who butcher babies, butcher moms From a safe distance dropping bombs.

  • The Road to God

    All my old haunts are haunted.Like houses filled with ghosts.The memories remain, they say, likeSoldiers at their posts.Everywhere in town, there is a Place I used to be.Everywhere I go I find aLittle piece of me.We danced for years out in these streets.We paved the road to God.For any following to see.The road is straight…

  • I Used to Quote Shakespeare

    I used to quote Shakespeare. It would drive the ladies mad. But I grew up and realized That Shakespeare isn’t rad. See, Shakespeare’s propaganda Which is why that shit survives When so much else is lost to us— We’ve mostly bare archives!

  • Rather

    Rather than lathering you with a word I’ll simply exist. I don’t have to be heard. But you’ll never learn and you’ll never grow. You probably prefer that. Don’t tell me. I know.

  • Assailed

    I hurt so much I have to write. I do not wish another night Befall my future, soulless corpse. I’ve tried to live, and this is worse. The things that bring me joy cannot Prevent me from having these thoughts I tried so hard, alas, I failed. I couldn’t change a thing, assailed

  • Remembering 1998

    It’s 1998 outside! I feel it in the breeze! Honey, come and look with me, Do you see it in the trees? It’s 1998 and I still think the world is small It’s 1998 I don’t know anything at all!. In 1998 I was working at Red Lobster Feeling like a demi god must have,…