RSS Feed

A Dropkick To The Senses

Canned berry tails
A lice in das wonderbra
Poltergeese-a-playing-white sheets-black eyes
By the playground’s school in the night of day

Au Revoir
Polaroids in antacid games
Reign in the deer
For this hunt takes place somewhere dear
Winnowing in,
The false positives of a Doppler scarred

Tallyho, young buck
Dance free with the prawns and peens
Dancing shell-less, smashing all the spines
Can you hear, can you smell
The Musk of the rad Duck is on the march
And soon…and soon…it’ll be July

Shamrock
Bedrock
Bugaboo
Scram

Auntie’s madder
Than you could guess
Walking, welking
Wishing—well
Dropping coins
On empty dry
Shamrock
Bedrock
Bugaboo
Scam

Finger painting broken panes
Seeing through distant frames
Watching as the world Calais
Into a place surreal to see
Where one minute you’re sleeping
And the next awakened to find
You’ve turned into a creature
None had ever thought to find

…and there sits Ginger Snapsa,
Unfortunately
On the evening
Of three skipped meals

Shamrock
Bedrock
Bug-a-boo

Shamrock
Bedrock
Bug-a-boo
Slam!!!

A dropkick to the senses

Advertisements

About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: