"I Cannot Carve a Carver"
I cannot carve a carver
like that butter-tailed jack
Which you always yield
Marked like thatch
In a drain pool stem
Of oxen mice horse manure
Let it roll in custard
And the free treacle
Fallen on a plain
Like a sigh
Of rainbow dust in
A mastodon prison
You don't have to tell me
Sway the wicked way watch mine glow
Stay the over stay and zapped
The strapped amulet hither there
Neither where
May craft amuse you so
May abomination get blown
Fuses pustule of ardent maidens
Scissors sawing the chagrin
Flouted flatulence on burnt burgers
Withered toast
Hither there
copyright 2011 by Jason Thompson
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
I Cannot Carve a Carver
Friday, June 17, 2011
Medicated Skin Flute
"Medicated Skin Flute"
I can't think about
What I was thinkin' 'bout
'Cause medicated skin flute
Got me down
You might have your
Razor day parade
But medicated skin flute
Entertains no clown
Think about the feeling
The grass and the lamp
The sweet ass and sunshine
How she got damp
Posted on a wall
For thems to retreat
Caught on a bush
Regular size feet
Medicated skin flute
Playin' a hap hap
Get up 'n dance to it
Your fingers magically snap
Breathin' on a Brawny
Cleanin' up the sticky pie
Entertain a fashion
Dappled apples in the sky
copyright 2011 by Jason Thompson
I can't think about
What I was thinkin' 'bout
'Cause medicated skin flute
Got me down
You might have your
Razor day parade
But medicated skin flute
Entertains no clown
Think about the feeling
The grass and the lamp
The sweet ass and sunshine
How she got damp
Posted on a wall
For thems to retreat
Caught on a bush
Regular size feet
Medicated skin flute
Playin' a hap hap
Get up 'n dance to it
Your fingers magically snap
Breathin' on a Brawny
Cleanin' up the sticky pie
Entertain a fashion
Dappled apples in the sky
copyright 2011 by Jason Thompson
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
"Rock and Roll"
"Rock and Roll"
Rock is
Getting your cock sucked
By a huge laser beam
While explosions and smoke bombs
Go off
Roll is
Seeing Rodney Bingenheimer
In denial
About his hair
Rock is
Slutty old '80s groupies
Still trying to get fucked
At the county fair
By the members of L.A. Guns
Roll is
Carnie Wilson getting naked
Post-op in Playboy
And no one caring
Then getting fat again
And still no one caring
Rock is dead
Roll is tasty
(c) 2011 by Jason Thompson
Labels:
Carnie Wilson,
L.A. Guns,
Playboy,
poetry,
rock and roll,
Rodney Bingenheimer
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
"Crosby"
"Crosby"
was "john lennon".
man, what the hell
were you on?
crawlin' around
with a joint clenched
between your teeth
dude, what were you thinking?
you almost cut your hair
but instead you freaked out
boatloads of blow
so déjà vu
when jon lovitz
portrayed you as a
burnt out freak
on saturday night live
i laughed hard
(c) 2001 by Jason Thompson
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