Gord

2014-04-09 12:00 am

No head of lettuce larger,
Plus no trade embargo.
No policia to stop us, bro.

The Sophist

2014-04-07 12:00 am

Did you call me a faggot?
No, I called you a bigot,
But you probably eat shit,
You big faggot, admit it.

The Sophist

2014-04-06 12:00 am

Now I'm alone,
My plans fall through my hands,
My plans falter my plans,
Ditch-dogging philosophers,
Diurnal bemoan,
Unified spirit,
Plods as it tries,
Not to grovel and heave,
Unable to die,
Hand firmly on heart,
Swear tell not a lie,
Humankind curses nix,
Shant invention decry,
For those who know me,
Easy going guy,
Steed Spearhorse,
A nobody,
Unable to kill a man,
With no body.
Triangles illuminating,
Intercepting, dissecting,
Emanating, reflecting.
Nervously wrecked,
Fuck-up of the hoi polloi,
A boy torn from life,
Tearing back at the tears,
Falling drunken sufficed,
Your plans fall in your hands,
Your plans are your plans,
You fall alone,
Your all alone,
And I'm Alone,
To Die Alone.

Gord

2014-04-04 12:00 am

Wait Waist!
Stay in Place!
I should've eaten more at subway.
I aimed at abstaining, dammit.

Gord

2014-04-03 12:00 am

I find fault at the way we speak.
Common practice happens to be harmful.
Why not cause change?
Because It's not change you seek.
You seek far less than mediocrity;
Practice harder and ply a trade,
Realize what it is to carry an armful;
I find fault at the way kids speak;
The common practices, owning Iphones.
Of their needing to cause change.
Of standing and telling me I'm the cynic.
Standing with less skill than Dionysus;
The propaganda industry only has 50 years;
No readable peer review, judges or pundits.
Industry fooling people into contributions.
No revolution, strictly opaque movement.
True knowledge occult only by emotion elicited.
We just don't need a German Nazi Party revisit.

Gord

2014-04-03 12:00 am

I have Rob Ford exposure;
I have Rob Ford composure;
I write mockeries in prose,
Which are meant to be poetically modest.
But I end up stuffing them in mailboxes,
Lighting them afire in a drunken stupor.

The Sophist

2014-04-01 12:00 am

BGEA,
Time to bash on gays,
Time to bash on Asian food,
Don't just bash to haze.
Bash some fucking heads in too,
Bash some fucking brains,
Bashing all the lunatics,
I'll bash them all insane,
I'm bashful in my private life,
Bashing costumes in the gaze,
Bashed my own head full of dreams,
Abashed, I bashed them all away.

The Sophist

2014-03-31 12:00 am

First they flew planes into towers of freedom,
Now they fly planes to Diego Garcia.

The Sophist

2014-03-31 12:00 am

Sit back and listen as appassionata plays,
Something fires from a musical regatta,
Emotion lingers on for days.

Simple sounds service not his fingers,
All basic math retold and forgot,
Something more than strings and levers.
Some more than Beet and Bach.

Gord

2014-03-27 12:00 am

Sandwiches,
I lack the dishes to cook, so,
Bun, Mustard, Mayo,
Ham, Cheese, Bun, on a plate.
Here what I'm saying?

Gord

2014-03-27 12:00 am

I ate a bunch of bananas,
Then these cops rolled up, 
I swallowed a fuckton of cannabis,
Rode off on my bike and threw up.
Nobody can catch me; I'm too smart.
Puke nugs in a bags stroll off...
Into the dark; Start running quick.
Realize I've forgotten the bike:
What a dilemma I've caused.
Especially now I'm hungry as fuck,
I have another bunch of bananas at home, but,
Is the bike worth my time?
Or is it quicker to run?

Gord

2014-03-26 12:00 am

Wagonwheels, they do appeal,
My stomach reveals lessons.
Six is my limit.
I should not eat a seventh.

The Sophist

2014-03-25 12:00 am

Dammit, why?
Scenes go by when hips moved side by side,
Striding by wayside before waving good-bye,
Parallel shutting her eyes;
My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by.
Before air was too dry,
Before I was too late to try,
To crack a smile to the heavens wry,
Asking why.
Dammit, why?

Gord

2014-03-25 12:00 am

I don't care anymore;
If my wife carried a baby,
It would be a whore,
Pushing a whore out of her,
I'm an amateur poet.

Aharon Yosef

2014-03-25 12:00 am

The Lord,
Change not the world,
nor plans forget regard,
Ground shifts beneath multibillion,
Your God.

The Sophist

2014-03-24 12:00 am

For all those lost in darkness of the rain,
Shelter's on the way, and sun will shine again,
Fluttering truths in their sleepless pain,
All their dreams estranged.

For all whose love still rules the heart,
Love itself possesses nothing for our art,
We row ourselves upstream in barrels,
Throwing Apollo ahead-start.

Gord

2014-03-24 12:00 am

Another lover, to cuddle up with,
that doesn't mind the pickle breath.
Another 8 days of love,
Before asparagus piss ruins a date,
Before I eat a whole lemon cake,
And a bag of Doritos,
Or was it Frito Lay?

Gord

2014-03-24 12:00 am

Peanut butter, outrageous amounts;
Both on my plate, and in my mouth;
Born of a craving, I now need a drink
To wash all of it out, two coke cans,
Dipping with mustard, pretzels and breadsticks:
The best side dish for a sandwich peanut butter.