And Blowjobs and no fake arse advice! And medium, where the real content at!
I only seem to read and see and skim through real bad poetry. Atrocious writers scribing current events into words that a four year old could have written. This and that and too much terrible-terrible advice to first time writers.
There is no advice for life!
live and ye shall write!!
Castanets on the graveyard of righteousness
A walk in the graveyard at night
Provides the shrill film reel
Knowing, you know! you feel
Locked up, against your own right
In the coffin under the stars
Contemplating Apollo and mars
Why’s and wherefores of meaning
Tomb slips under the earths leaning
Brings it back to the solitary
movements of personal duende
Resurrection a sonorous ending
Rattling castanets, jazz guitar
Hidden rhythmic sounds afar
Caustic cacophonous revelations above
The somnambulist flower flows up river
Disgraced corpulent images deliver
Notes from the lions sizzling at beauties knee
Awake, awake the walking corpse
— — To horizons
— — — — — — beyond belief!
I fart these lines out but are they any good? I have no readers I presume this means they are pure excrement but I cannot cater for current political tastes. Poems should be eternal, should they not?
Flawed dismissed, withered hips