Broken Words

Wooden rattles,
stick and stones,
hyku's and broken bicycles.

These are the moments of truth.

When snow and dust,
cloud into one,

Nobody's ever really safe.

The beginning melts,
the end is near,
trust your instincts,

You'll never be the same again.

Jumbled words,
leak like rabbits,
tears on pillows,

Remind me of the sabbath.

If this planet ever really cared,
we'd all be miraciously bored.

Throw your trash,
eat those souls,
pastors preach,
but it's nothing but words.

Eat the rich,
steal from the blind,
a rotten apples just as sweet,
but dollar bills get you by.

Once more, cried the lame,
no more, cried the crowd,
but as they stood and watched,
the man became more powerful.

The dogs howled,
the wind blew,
but nobody heard her screams,
as the man wrapped her nylons around her neck.

A cigarette lingered,
the trash was pungent,
berets and horizontal stripes,
baguetts and faggots,
oh the life of a normal society.

Black eyes,
rosy cheeks,
blue lips,
pill popped.

Her firey hair,
the alagash white,
I knew she was in for a fight tonight.
Little did she know I had a ring in my pocket,
that was until she stuck my dick in a light socket.

Pro's,
ho's,
know,
by,
now,
how,
the,
little,
red,
girl,
got,
home.

Anxiously I walked through the woods. There, I saw a man who had been beaten over the head and possibly raped. Never do you see a man with his pants around his ankles but in this case you did. My first thought should have been police, but instead I couldn't wrap my mind around the people who would have done such a thing. I wanted to scream, but instead I moved closer and touched the purple body. It was like an icecube, hard and clamly. His fearful eyes glared up at me as if they were screaming for sympathy. So I pulled his pants up, shut his eyelids and kissed him on the cheek before I went my own way.