A Slop to the Hogs (Non-Linear Poem)

Exhausted and sleepy
Sleeping on the nuclear switch
Overeducated patrician sons
Confusing the way the labels are blacked out
Obliteration of the keys
A slop to the hogs
On the farm of terrors
Pigeon pie and crow
A jitter and a flitter going by in spades
A slide into sweltering terror
The madonna exits consensus
Fitting together the pieces one by one
Sunny on the table of your discontent
A wonder of tabula rasa
Summoning the demons for the next step
Stepping out of line once per day
A blank slate, a beautiful dream
Silting up of the works
A slide into a jungle of chaos
A lock on the cashflow, chutes and ladders
The system of checks and balances fails
In the works momentous events
Terrible things happening
A moment to consider your options
Relabeling of the keys
Settling into a cadence, a rhythm
A long time to wait
Steps on the way to matrimony
Seven trumps to follow the bass
Until the pawn alters course
A walk and a wait
A step on the way to war

Collection 1-19-2015

A collection of poems loosely based on the structure of “Little Room” by the White Stripes
Also 2 that are practically plagiarism at the end in a way, going off the words instead of the structure.
A link to the song white stripes “little room”
You need to kind of hear hear the chanting rhythm for some of them maybe. Which is not the rhythm of the song. da-da-da. ca ba ca ba – da-da-da. ba-ba-ba on poem 5
Think of one of those creepy childhood rhymes or war drums

Poem 2

Stop me. Everything is in the air
Stop me. You can’t talk to me
Stop me. The Clearance isn’t for you
Stop me. Clean the garment on your sleeve
Stop me. Chance will give you nothing
Stop me. Open up the can of beans
Stop me. It’s bolder than you think it
Stop me. Drop Kill Open close
Stop me. Series Fender Higher Zero
Stop me. Close Away Artist Now
Stop me. Drop it Wall Come In See
Stop me. Seven Times Seven Three

Poem 5

Drop the tone. Kill me slowly
still the air. Open Clone
Break the wire. Still the monster
Stick to stones. Open Bones
Speak the air. Drill in slowly
Cover hair. Kill the bones
Come down to it. Till the soil
Save the planet. Till the stones
Open slowly. Rhyme your reason
Chant on bones. Drip the water
Wake the demon. Rock and roll
Stick the needle. Sharpen hone
Till the soil. Come on clones
Eat the matrix. Ring the doorbell
Stick the beat up. Terror homes in
Cover up ears. Ring the tones
Still the waters. Come on evil
Wake the towers. Bring the bones
Seven sevens. Sticks and stones

Poem 3

Seven up. Clear the rafters
Seven up. Hit me twice
Seven up. Stop me sideways
Seven up. Tell me thrice
Seven up. Separate them
Seven up. Open up wall
Seven up. Tell the air
Seven up. Open drop kill
Seven up. Caress and See
Seven up. Stop Clear Open
Seven up. Smooth Right Bar
Seven up. Tell the Stranger

Poem 1

Get out. You always do what I told you
Get out. You weren’t there for me
Get out. There’s nothing for you here
Get out. It’ll only be more pain
Get out. Stop the gaps for me
Get out. Fed me from a spoon
Get out. You never do what I tell you
Get out. Apple Bang Six Boom
Get out. Something Goes Through You
Get out. Clear Zero Fury Meter
Get out. Cancel Points Try to Die
Get out. Seven Ten Snail Garter

Poem 6

Drop the tone. Break the battle
Drop the tone. Ring them bones
Drop the tone. Bring it back up
Drop the tone. Sticks and stones
Drop the tone. Seven Sevens
Drop the tone. Clicks and tones
Drop the tone. Tell the angels
Drop the tone. Anger Drop Cone.
Drop the tone. Seven Stick Stone
Drop the tone. Cups Air Heaven
Drop the tone. Tell It Open
Drop the tone. Ring Bone Silent

Poem 4

One two three. Music plays nice
One two three. Tell me truely
One two three. Birds fly lightly
One two three. Cancel kill everything
One two three. Colors play over
One two three. Still the bright air
One two three. Stop me from it
One two three. Ciss Bang Boom
One two three. Thee Glass Color
One two three. Beats Hard Something
One two three. Comet Stream Brown
One two three. Hard Case Four Five

And now for the two raw imitations of the words

Imitation 2

When there’s a need in your throat
And a shiver goes up your back
But there’s a fly in the ointment
You might need a better exit
And when it comes down to that
You might run into a shadow
You might have to think real hard
How it started in your throat
When that was all it was

Imitation 1

When you’re there in your spirit
And you have that great insight
But if it’s really vital
You’re gonna need stronger spirit
And when that day comes
You might get stuck
You might have to remember
How you got started
Back in the old days

dashed off in interim

rhythm silence rhythm silence

needs and wants pile on all the self interest

in my mind nothing fits nothing works

nothing stands before you

vacant and empty this man


a need and a want, a city on fire

coming down the turnpike the city stirs closing the eyelids feeling all-weather

a need an urge an inclination, a perversity

a time a need

nothing stands up to the hurricanes coming

watch for the time to begin making a stronger stand


later you may wish you had

Vocal Chord

Crikey! The Djembe –
Strikes a sudden chord
Chordatum Chordata Core Data Cord
Silent to the sanctuary slip
Ring the roses rightly but rue it
The day that darker you turn dour
De-lightful, lit up like lscivious longing
Ringing the bells, wrongly and wretched
Climbing coolly higher, clone your charisma
Capture the flag, cut the cord
Calmly; bring to close
see my post on
in a minute. i do actual editing for those


Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Center

The Dragon shakes snakes and eats cakeskajsgThe snake follows earth in spite of dearth in Perth

The grace makes haste with library paste not waste

The crow grows slow the glows all aflow

The spider casts nets wider than all ‘Murica’s Apple cider

Overland and in the center

The actions accrue

Of feelings, power, passion, wit and thenceIMG_0937The web is woven

Yet no ordinary

It is endlessly fertile prolific

Meting out spirit to stranger, friend, foe alike

Winging in aetheric aviary post

The flight settles into a rhythm

The journey is made, it must be, it is there

One who follows the thread a maybe

A bard, a scripter, a man, a woman, a child

A teller of stories, we all arettriYour skull contains the greatest works, you repeat to yourself every day

The animus of this plot is you

The denouement, taking action


Have been reading “Webs of Power: Notes from the Global Uprising” by Starhawk

Thought I had done the six that were my goal today, looks like I am one short. Later, it will be.

Excerpt free write

An excerpt from a bit of free write… had good rhythm. (line breaks added)

Reflects the anxiety of briefly having someone in the house while I work on my subversive writing I guess


Fixing something somewhere someone

Who knew

time running short on for posts

Who knows

Calamity calamity calamity

Sense words of the over soul

Clincher silence

silence of the falling guy’s oversoul

No one knows me

I don’t know you

You know me

I wasn’t asking