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Boobs, boobing & buffoonery

Poetry By: Mark Cuthbert III
Historical fiction



so kickass you'll need surgery to get it out of your head!


Submitted:Jan 19, 2010    Reads: 210    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Jeez we need to sit back and sit a little

it must be the movement that leaves us trapped

somehow

Anyone can run

if they have it in um

but oh the howah when walls stay walls

and skies stay skies

and well you know the idea of it all

so where do we go when there's no life left in our feet

when hobble-star don't walk no far ther

when the ground is cold

who knows?

I tell you

Like I told my keepers

the grim reaper and his second cousin

who is much hotter than she looks on TV, in person

annnyyyhooo

there is a frameworker

call him god

call him sir bubbles

he don't need a name damn fool

close your eyes and picture everything you have lost

you think you would die

by some fate of a nurturing god

he would let you die in this place of mind

but no not now high on the night sky he spins his web with steel intention

etheric platinum gives you everything you ever thought you had

it rest upon his grids

and we're all living in the crib

wow i thought

as i froze into the night

this is so right

and quite honestly

something of what i came for

you see

men who lose everything

do so because of bad luck

poor planning

and sometimes...

sometimes because they wonder what's on the other side of it all

wonder what's holding the air together

and not until air is their last possesion can they see just who makes it keep

once you meet him you probably forget

but somehow you always know when you need to

who holds the hold of lifes super-glue

it's in you

it's for you

beyond anyone's ability to take

everloving

ever nothing

the nothing in something

is he

i am no religion

but who am I

could

ramble

on

so

long

but for what

to say later I found a lost quarter that i had earned in the most righteous fashion imaginable

the way i saw it

and it was all like a dream

like reaching the 3rd plateu

1 being life

2 being dream

3 being seen between life and dream

out of body

but starkly within

so within that the only way through is out

read it 7 times if you need to

that shit be truth

a spiritual sleuth

gods golden one

can't come undone

like you

meet me on the other side?

MC III





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