D-Penny (excerpt)
by G. Float
G-Float coming up to rich
Girls scoping out the sitch
Gonna pop a snitch
If he sniffin in my bizz-niss
So can I can I can I can I can I get a witness
24 hours making money like a sickness
Feb 28, 2013
Sick Puppies, J. Schroeder
Sick Puppies
by Janet Schroeder
There are vial little monsters roaming the narrow halls of that ghost town dump. The good jobs crossed the border so the modern citizens are degenerate leftovers, poor uneducated shells of their close ancestors. They wear t-shirts for every occasion and utter profane, limited vocabulary in sentence fragments. So sad to admit these earthlings are the countrymen of one nation. The television must go, as should most internet connections, before a healing can begin.
by Janet Schroeder
There are vial little monsters roaming the narrow halls of that ghost town dump. The good jobs crossed the border so the modern citizens are degenerate leftovers, poor uneducated shells of their close ancestors. They wear t-shirts for every occasion and utter profane, limited vocabulary in sentence fragments. So sad to admit these earthlings are the countrymen of one nation. The television must go, as should most internet connections, before a healing can begin.
Untold Riches, R.Garner
Untold Riches
by Rob Garner
Where are these untold riches I was told of as a young
man of thirteen years, the story came off of the tongue
of a man who was so old he had quit counting all the years
that flew right by his eyes faster than bullets bringing tears.
I searched for that damn treasure till my knees and eyes were red.
I must have forgot something that he said.
by Rob Garner
Where are these untold riches I was told of as a young
man of thirteen years, the story came off of the tongue
of a man who was so old he had quit counting all the years
that flew right by his eyes faster than bullets bringing tears.
I searched for that damn treasure till my knees and eyes were red.
I must have forgot something that he said.
Jan 31, 2013
In the Winter There is Time, J.Hopkins
In the Winter There is Time
By Jeff Hopkins
Where am I supposed to go in this never ending blizzard of frozen rain?
It piles up on the walks, the swingset, my car will remain here for days
People just aren't meant to move through this mess
The salt, snowblower diesel, scraping plows and whistling heaters
Just leave me alone, why can't I hibernate?
So there is this thing called the Internet
It works even in the cold. So I grab some coffee and write, and write
The power won't go out, the storm wasn't that terrible
And I have all the time I need for email and being social checking photos
In my bathrobe
Oh, wait that's not what I meant, really, but the Internet does well there too.
But I'm just writing, really I am. Decent stuff too. Good decent stuff.
Oh God, get me out of this house
Melt you damn snow, melt!
By Jeff Hopkins
Where am I supposed to go in this never ending blizzard of frozen rain?
It piles up on the walks, the swingset, my car will remain here for days
People just aren't meant to move through this mess
The salt, snowblower diesel, scraping plows and whistling heaters
Just leave me alone, why can't I hibernate?
So there is this thing called the Internet
It works even in the cold. So I grab some coffee and write, and write
The power won't go out, the storm wasn't that terrible
And I have all the time I need for email and being social checking photos
In my bathrobe
Oh, wait that's not what I meant, really, but the Internet does well there too.
But I'm just writing, really I am. Decent stuff too. Good decent stuff.
Oh God, get me out of this house
Melt you damn snow, melt!
Flow, R. Gathers
Flow
by Reggie Gathers
The grass has puddled
Even it's had enough
Go search for a new home
Water is boss
It'll know where to go
Seeping into wherever it wants
Nowhere is safe
Life or death
by Reggie Gathers
The grass has puddled
Even it's had enough
Go search for a new home
Water is boss
It'll know where to go
Seeping into wherever it wants
Nowhere is safe
Life or death
Triumphant Return
Happy 2013!
Word Slaw is back with more songs, poems, stories and stuff.
Thanks for visiting! Write on!
Word Slaw is back with more songs, poems, stories and stuff.
Thanks for visiting! Write on!
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