THE REAL WORLD
OF MAKE BELIEVE
WHERE PROMISES
AND RULES DECEIVE
A PLACE WHERE LOVE
CAN BARELY GROW
NOT WHAT WE DO
BUT WHO WE KNOW
I MY STORY
PUSHING BLAME
ON HE AND SHE AND
WHAT'S THEIR NAME
BUT IN THE END
IT'S I WHO FELL
AND I TO BLAME
FOR MY OWN HELL
WIGGLE WAGGLE
TONGUES ON FIRE
BOBBY JAMESON'S
A LIAR
POINTS AND COUNTER
POINTS A GAME
CALM YOURSELVES
I'LL TAKE THE BLAME
BLAME FOR THIS
AND BLAME FOR THAT
BLAMELESS FEW
FROM WHERE YOU SAT
HOUSES MADE
OF GLASS ALONE
WOULD WARN AGAINST
THE FIRST STONE THROWN
JUDGEMENT ROLLS
LIKE FROZEN DICE
FROM HEARTS SO COLD
THEY TURNED TO ICE
ACROSS THE STAINLESS
STEEL OF YOU
ERECT AND SITTING
IN YOUR PEW
Bobby Jameson Aug 21, 2009
This one is just too cool and hot as HELL. I used to appreciate the occasional poem as punctuation to a series of blogs, but now it's almost the other way around. Your poetic muse has been running so strong lately that it is becoming your first voice. These last two hit "Mr. Why are you so angry and what about the starving children?" on a level that he (I know, it could be a she...) can even begin to understand, let alone emulate.
ReplyDeleteReally, really fine work no matter where the passion takes you!
Tim