Gord

2026-06-30 05:35 pm

Carefree, on hemp seed,
A puzzle, along with hep C,
Treated like edge pieces,
Touched first, then only seen.

26 ounces to freedom,
Buried under flowery teachers,
Empty encounters, and fools either.

Cartoonish freedom,
Act II, Scene I, Julius Caesar,
You learn through teamwork,
To hate what you love,
To harm your equals.

What, beyond commerce, makes poorer people?
Judgement in the form of evil,
Husbandry, broken femurs,
Leaders, in court of reason.

And probably threesomes too.
But when Gordon hears a who,
I never leave a room,
In fact, I totally approve.,
Like I was told a deeper truth.

Gord

2026-06-30 05:49 am

Grumble, mumble, crunch.
A stubborn muscle,
Says one brain,
One to the other.

In a world of abundance,
I chose cannabis subculture,
Not getting high, 
Just shut the fuck up,
And go away. 

Younger brother lost,
I guess in a world full of lexicon,
You never expect a clown like me
To insult and beg them on.

In a world full of choices,
I always chose but one.

I would never again lose something,
That means so much.

I love you, despite being gone.
I love you, despite weak response, 
Despite my still beating heart,
Like my blood had been robbed.

In a world full of choices,
I always choose but one.
I would never lose again something,
That means so much.