PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Stare into the sun for as long as possible,

Pilfer that white light

Line me up outside by the brick wall

next to some street art

where a throw up is something

you'll never do in this case,

Flash your pocket knife

to show that maybe this time

you have the patience

to carve out the thanksgiving turkey,

The lunch money has been called into question

so naturally

your adolescent scent is widening,

the gap now is diminishing our sense

of brotherhood I do believe,

a vertical spin is thrust

and tiny shiny monetary meaningless bits and bobs

are paraded out of taiwenese stitched

duck swimming in a pond patterened pockets,

as the boys in the yard laugh

between cackling

around embarassment

just beside a future basket case

is the sound of a switch blade

clacking down the halls

with a ripe grawlix

shoved between the bells asshole,

Call me to the front of somewhere

to show I'm something

and not a nothing afraid of everyone,

Young dreams keep dreaming,

Spin that web of wishing

till you have caught that certain something,

Wrap it up in ambition

and will it forth

with a fountain of sweat blisters

popping from contact of minute connections,

The blessings of smaller things

could bring so much more

than a clacking of sharp metal

flipped for the sake of leather jackets