Tuesday, December 1, 2009

MIddleMan

MIddleMan
poem
I set up the Deal I never squeal I putt bosses money in workers pockets I never squeal I set up the Deal they dont even work for me they work for Boss. I see they get the bosses money and the boss gets back HIS share of the take. I am the MIddle man.
I am bosses insurance man to make the deal a sure thing to make sure the deal goes down solid. To fill everyone else pocket for all I ever get is left alive like a pig at a trough full of sourdough bisquit milk straining swilling quick how can he survive without something edible portioned and solid. I am the middle man the one in the middle of the plan they always cutt me out of the Deal I squeal iff they include the boss on out. Iff they renege on sharing the wealth from the JOB. Iff they cutt out the middle man and his boss. I am the middle man I never squeal I always get paid by the boss.

Monday, November 16, 2009

TalloR

TalloR
ewe.ici
The moon was not full (a safe bet) since it was a while ago back (i can remember it) a friend made a comment on the day it was to be. Yellow snow. NO yoke. Like the yolk of the chicken egg the outside of my shelter looked and felt like death to me. The color did not help at all it sickened me. Moments of time I can never make a picture look like that again. I began to climb the hill from Town to thie lieberry where im okay now the boots is clean and the shirt is dry again. Wet underclothes is agony in snow. The boots pick up the mudd one layer adds one inch to heighth of CharlaX must have been at least Seventeen feet tall then dropped to shorter smaller gall is bitter cold. I am almost sorry that I stayed here now. But nothing can compare to days I will not be able to navigate this hill. Just do not worry crew for only will I stay away when its impossible to move. Do not fret or miss me then for I will be trying to get dressed to navigate this cold this unGODly COlorado storm. Growing TalloR as I walk into the ice and snow.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

StudentBodily

StudentBodily
ewe.ici
The time. I really do feel sorry for some. The ruins in that distant picture remind me of rome the hills of the seven was my first home. I would crawl into her sneakers when she was not looking up. SOme people in the Hierarchy balance time against desires to read and look at videos in the emails from back home. Relatively speaking to the relations on the web cams they fast forward it because they read the text she does not have to listen to her dada more than once to understand she has pissed him off. The party life the boyfriends and the girlfriends is not god. She joined Phi Kappa Lotta in the middle of the night and got dead drunk. DOnt worry papa no one touched her after all she was non responsive. Meanwhile Waldo was asleep near the stone wall at the post office near the trolly stopped. He was dead drunk too. When the driver saw him finally he only smiled. Social acceptance in a world gone mad there was snow near his foots perhaps he cant feel the cold like eye. Mabe this is his day off from school after all it IS a holy day its Veterans Day. We used to call it VJ day and waive the flagg. Now its mostly near the post office flying at half masted. Poor boy is gonna get arresstted when the snow finally comes down. COld will make me hurry home the travel killing some a Lady rides the same bus up this hill told me a sad story of a woman found on the jogging path in River Front Park and she was not drunk but she was merely dead. I plan on running Airlocks and being mostly inside not dreading the weather at all or the cold hopefully is left outside the snow piling up for Waldo to play on. There is 83 snow runs at Purgatory Mountain in three categories Waldo was last seen waiting for the SKi Lift to open. More News At Eleven. Stay tuned to CharlaXWaldo and his StudentBodily. FUnction.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Secret

Secret
ewe.ici
Its a Secret but strained beyond understanding she is keeping me too far a distance in time. Limits of patience has worn out thin dime holes in shoe leather cigar butts in coffee stubbed whiskey added to my cokes by accident I am living as a Secret Fly. Outside in the cold distance the wind begins to howl wait this sounds like a song lyrices. You cannot reason with an animal you must simply tell it the way it is and MAKE him understand it because he has no understanding in his brain of law or other peoples rights. NO matter how difficult it may seem at first they do respond to fear. Every day into the winter adds peril for the house becomes god shelter must be there from the elements but is this no differant now from an animas burrow. I killed several differant people not with guns or knives but with my nasty oily tounged arrogaunt words a Soldier yes he is in the fields killing fences with Swords while a Poet CharlAX fends with Words meant too Offend none but only Heirarchy at the IvorY in the TOwers of Babble On. Its a sorry Bloddy Secret.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

SecretTooLife

SecretTooLife
ewe
There is proff that there is a secrete hidden meaning too life that everyone searches for the tripp tool the artifice the trapp door the looking glass. This singular finale~ all seeing all knowing secular decision which fact that circumvents the actual reality and the real purpose of GOD. I have also said there is proff, show me your proff you say, I will show you a HAT. A hat with a Company Logo found it in a trash bag. This Hat was also containing a broken part of pottery something a child might make in a kiln at a camping spree. Evidence that child was also a living Group Member. OR rather I wold say a Company Member. Sufficeth to say the evidence is overwhelming convincing concisley to the point without fault or error. The child was not alone in this endevour. NOW. The SecretTooLife is too love. With a bun in the oven from GOD up above. We must change what is written of love. How too often we hurt the one that we love. The Secret too life is too love.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

DurangoRainbow

DurangoRainbow
surrealist
The rainbow missed DUrango it went to either side the south the north the ridge to hide. Candorella was still staying dry inside his shelter when the rain penetrated just one corner to the side. He lost a shoe out in the rain a pain the inset was to be set inside the boot the insert gone to wetness mute it just wont do not dry enought for just one Candorella slipper is in use. The Pot of Golden things they use in Ireland is still there the Leprechaun not hiding on the hillside of DUrango there within reach is the rainbow edge it missed the city proper green and golden chards lay near the tree line is a passing cloud obscuring the top of a ridge has come off it looks like a painting the clouds with the small section of fading dirty part of this City is toppled and moving there up there where the sky is still falling the rain now mixed with hail stones ave nuevo let the snow come now while I can stay dry at home near the end of the Rainbow has come. Faith that the snow will not blind me is pampered with Glasses saved Hidden like sun weildy better day visions. For soon I will need it when white out will come to this City I attend to mark time as a surrealist reaching for Rainbows end. Seeing the way to the Highway again. Perhaps the Rainbow is lighting the Cuspidoors at the ends of the bars down on Main near the Olde Irish Embassy Pub? They still watch Football or Soccar on the cable downstairs every Sunday Mourn. While I must Abstain I no longer refrain added others misery my own is enought just belly up bar stooled and get you a Pint or even Two have you the time its okay just follow the end of that DUrango Rainbow any olde Octember day.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Physcoschematic

Physcoschematic
psy
Cold
never botheres me
early
Its only after I get warmed up
early
I notice the temperature on the bank sign
early
I start to freak out and get real nerves
early
I get colder when now I knoe how cold it early is
it has to be physcoschematic.