I have no original thoughts in my head
even that idea is something that I read
I plagiarize from every possible source
favoring mostly the obscure of course
I never grow tired of being admired
without an original thought in my head
I can’t recall what it was that I said.
I am two
persons in one
sometimes, or so I think,
until I meet someone
who truly has two sides
I am, by contrast,
a one-sided coin,
an easy to read book
sometimes it seems
no one will pick up
to browse.
Like a dog bowl full of cherries.
Cigarette burns in a fake fur coat.
Wax or plastic fruit.
Cats with no tails.
A musical record broken in half.
Books with no covers.
Indigestion and headaches.
Sand in sandwiches.
Balloons that do not float.
There is something horrible
about broken pebbles.
It’s just wrong.
More at http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.
I don’t want wisdom.
I don’t want truth.
I don’t want love.
I don’t want peace.
I don’t want revolution.
I don’t want sex.
I don’t want God.
I don’t want fame.
I don’t want power.
I don’t want faith.
I don’t want hope.
I don’t want passion.
I just want one more clever thing to say
on social media.
More at http://17numa.wordpress.com/.
Squawking, he put himself
into feathers, strutting
in his bold and vibrant
plumage.
He used to be a normal
man with back problems,
but now he chirps and props
himself up on perches.
He parrots other people’s
words back to them.
Some day he will migrate.
More at http://jddehart.blogspot.com.
surfing internet
reluctant self censorship
rewritten poems
sarcastic sense of humour
hidden in innocent words
More at https://twitter.com/hwl76/status/1170299695702454272.
I will be
yours until
the day
we expire
unless
you discover
my secret
plans
my control
panel inside
my alien
mind
or insist
on modern
decor.
There’s nothing to do or say
it’s no one’s birthday today
no one’ll come out to play
there’ll be no presents or cake
there’re no party favors to take
‘cause it’s nobody’s birthday today
No party games to play
no piñata’s gonna sway
no ice cream, cream soda, candy
no pretzels, nuts, no pecan sandy
it’s no one’s birthday here today
I’m gonna go home right a way
‘cause I no longer wanna stay
I’ll go home and read a book
figure out something I can cook
until it’s someone’s birthday someday
Indigestion from too many French desserts: the wrath of crepes
My mask is my alias
I always put it on
before I go out in public.
It has a natural ability
to block harmful UV rays,
along with nosy questions.
All of us
go around the room
saying what we
want to be when
we grow up
when I answer
no one seems
very impressed.