no parades

[crazy a]

no parades


outside it rains
on and off
and sometimes I wake in
the late September afternoon
hot and dry, hungry and
thirsty, death in my mouth
dullness in my head
and a buzz in my ears
the buzz of a lawnmower
across the street
somewhere
making someone look
all-American, a buzz
telling me to
cut my grass
cut my grazz
cut my grazzzzzzzzz
and I go into another room
in the back of the house
where I don't have to hear it
and on the radio is
some kind of music,
it sounds like
a parade,
and I remember being
asked to march in a parade
after the Gulf War
and I told him
I didn't really want to,
maybe he could get someone
who really wanted to,
which I guess he did because
I never marched in a welcome-back parade
or any parade involving anything
and I hope I don't ever have to.

[Fénix]

Can I ask you something? Are these poems based on slices of your life? By the way, I love this one. Just the imagery and a sense of realism. I love it. Keep them coming. Great Job.

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"I've had to spend the majority of my life vigilant against the thoughts and emotions of others pentrating my mind. But just this once, as the psychic dam begins to burst, I dont try to stop it... because the only emotion that comes crashing through the breakwall...
is hope.
It washes over everyone. Infectious... growing in strength...
Connecting us... uniting us... until suddenly...
strangers dont seem so strange anymore."
Jean Grey- X Men # 71

PROUD SLAVEBOY OF JELYMO

Enter Daredevil at Hero Realm

[crazy a]

Yes, a lot of the poems I'm putting out now are taken from what's happened to me.

Thank you.

[dwim]

Way to go crazy a... I like it.

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I try to be humble but this guy threw my greatness in my face! I'm trying to deny my greatness!

"Everything belongs to me because I am poor." - Jack Kerouac Visions of Cody

[Branflakes]

God, that's a good one, Crazy.

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Branflakes, the ninja lesbian milk getter bunny protecting flirt.
The one called "brain" and "brandiflakes" and....
I'm tired of the silent majority. Silence equals death.
Life is what you make it.
"I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality"-Savage Garden

When shall I hold my passion for you?

[jones]

Those are the best kind. And it shows in what you've written.

take care

---jones

[happybunny2]

This was a great poem,this was a elegant work of words.

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Officially cute working on perky
Friend of the rubber ducky

Friends are those rare people
who ask how we are
and then wait to hear the answer.
Ed Cunningham

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
E. E. Cummings