Warm Minute

Warm Minute
-pen'd by Kody @ 4:30 a.m. on 04/23/06-

eye gold, bare_est.
carefully, directly in corrupting pursuit.
trespass?
No never!

seeker of love- desire-
warm minute.
enjoy.

youth can and will pulse poetically...
live!

Old Magick

Old Magick

-pen'd by Kody @ 4:50 a.m. on 04/23/06-

me shocked
shut you
claw too
untie
beautifully undone

dead, please move
leaves you, dust
expands my insides
engarlands my outsides
beautifully redone
remembers you sometimes
we are illusion,
tale, old magick
discerns and then
baskets you, collection

Golden Smiles

By Kody and Michael R. Bacon

Golden
smiles are
unbearably strong joys.
Slapping -
Too real;
kindness without reason.
I take
and smile -
accept without thinking.

Seeksorrow

Seeksorrow

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-pen'd by Kody 01/29/05 after nine pm-

"Why must I walk without him?" whispered woman wallowing, despair."

"Smile, you silly seeksorrow. You've sighed and sobbed enough, sweetie," said SHE.

Alphabet Poem

-pen'd by Kody 04/28/06 @ 8:17 a.m.-

Alaskan bandits
crave dainty
eggplants.

Far gone hoosiers
insist justice.

Kindly leave
me nice, o please,
Queenly.

Rust stagnats
treasure ulcers.

Very waxed xenophobians
yack zanily.

Psychotic Reaction

by Michael R. Bacon

Sane Fellow: if you were a crazy-psycho that killed people that were psycho, and it was because you were psycho (psychos kill people, i've heard), and your boss told you to not wear a hat, but you still wore the hat one day, and he reminded you not to wear the hat, what would you do?

Psycho: I would take the hat off and not wear it anymore. I don't want to get fired.

Animals Bite

an alphabet poem
by Michael R. Bacon

Animals bite
Cindy
don't ever fret -
Ghandi
hates it. Jokes kill
lice. Might
narrow od'ous
partridge
quarrel rightly?

Slyly,
Thrushes unable,
vicious
when xeric. Yell
zigzag!

Heller’s Break

by Michael R. Bacon

I heard birds,
in a carved bush
and saw a man
in the sidewalk bench.

A boy walked
and saw no man
but heard rustles
and turned not his head.

Tweets – complaint.
Neglected, disturbed –
ignored, but watched
by a writer on break.

Hat Chalk Latte

by Michael R. Bacon

Eye wood lick
hat chalk latte.

BLIND! OWW.

May baby ah
tea shoe
wood bee batter.

THIS TASTES AWFUL. BLECH!

Blended Spont Render

An exercise in spontaneous surrealism (perhaps)
by Michael R. Bacon

Rendler ran risky risks
but Fisk took him to task
and at last he basked
the wimpering end
of his glorified sin
and tried to bend, bend, bend
which he did and he snapped.
I laughed after that.
Laugh-ha-laugh.
And together we sat
and ate and all that
and ended so slumpily dull.

I took my grandpa from parole.
They didn't make him pay a parole,
but instead gave him a bounteous dole.
Roll, roll, roll.
SMASH-CRASH.

They should have took his license.

05/04/05, 5th Period, 2nd Card

click clack of the flip flops Kerry fish

Augi dear Spike pant pant peanut butter
on my pants Favore de ask blink mine
eyes love Shakespeare e e e How many
e's saddle swayed back to the beggining
call & pay pause x3 suck my kiss leash
freak Suff no breathing stuffed yellow green
troll boogies = boogers odd ty yw OMGWTFBBQ
alright all right wrist squeak squeak here we go

-Surreal writing excercise-k-o-d-y-

Telephony

by Michael R. Bacon and Kody

Ring.
The phone made a sound -
a bell.
Old,
so it had a ring-bell.
It did not have a tone.
Click.
I answered it, but
a tone -
buu.
Not a real-time bi-ped.
Hung it in its cradle.
Voice.
Wants my cash. I wish
my dear
called
though. Tele-marketers
should leave humans alone.

05/04/05, 5th period, 1st card

kids purple blue rectangles yoga Anje
laughs not whispers orange money
carpentry from the corner of my eye
slither sss hiss red fur noise noise
green fur fly buzz Z word lolz z z z
tonight pumpkins stain mark'd by penz
china gold mazz mass medal low How's
this, baby? here not there now now now
boat Nester's draw why write? Surreal

-Surreal writing excercise-k-o-d-y-

Frogs

by Kody and Michael R. Bacon

I sit on the raised porch while it’s rain-raining.
I get frogs for free at the ranch.
The flat round sound -
It rains
and rains.
Rain –
rain.
I sit on the muddy bank after the rains.
I get frogs for free at the ranch.
The dirt tank lake -
Calls frogs up.
Lake ribbits.
Ribbit-
ribbit.
I stand in the enchantment of the land – dry.
I get frogs for free at the ranch.
There’s no water.
Pool is drained dry.
No more water.
No more frogs.
No, no frogs.