More free verse stuff, call it a poem, or maybe a rant?

steel and breath





stealing poets fervor


like rented dreams


fore the clothes


on their backs


were stained


in swine flue


and babies blood


and make merry


like a gul


or a wanton goddess


dare me to stake


the claims made


madness lingers


and I did chat her


up, till dizzy


riddled with self


re-more/use-code


like dented rights


or even dendrites


eating mega bites


with intuitions own mouth


like a bird with the sky


trees and house


make a soap


hose, down the daddy


dearest, father knows


rest in pieces


like a puzzle


that needs to be


put back to- get-


-her, just for an


instant, cram her *flash*


time bomb ticking-


or does it have a fuse





or just a rash


';it is shingles';


Then why did I cure them


with out a trip


on acid paper pen


waiting to dry


the ink, so that


a poem is born!More free verse stuff, call it a poem, or maybe a rant?
I have always despised beat poetry but this is head and dandruff above your other sh-it.More free verse stuff, call it a poem, or maybe a rant?
If you found your voice


in her twisted wicked way


then complain to another


for you have still had your say


Look at this look


all the pieces that fit


your puzzle is thoughts


and your words penned with wit
The poem may be born


but it takes me on a tangent


and I do not want to hold the baby


or change it's diapers..
a rant and poem all in one, what shall it be called...eh..any way, fine piece-o-literature I do say.