35

35

A Poem by CharlyeMonroe
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Number 35 of The Knockouts

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Perchance his pension is at stake
S**t
It has been a long time hasn’t it?
Had my mind made up but when you ask those questions the prospect seems a little lighter
Putting the cart before the horse this time
Moon sets at about 5:30ish in the morning
The time when the air is blue grey
The kind of light that blends into to the sidewalk
Chalk outlined
Floral printed
Coffee and donuts
“Darling, I’m not here to case the joint just yet; I got bigger fish to fry.”
Funny to potatoes
Chips
Patrol officers
Armored truck status
It wasn’t until recently I thought a boat would be a good idea
Deck chairs
What am I saying?
I’ve always met the most interesting people on cruises
She is waiting on you too
Set sail at nighttime
Hit the side of the station with all that you have
You are getting a little bit older in your years
Before it was just sentiment
Tom waits in the vault
By the time the cars close in it’s down to the wire
The tombs for more paper
Skyscrapers full
Why do you think Chucky was there in the first place?
Blueprints
I’d like a little sailing ship too go along side for day trips
Deep water and the goldfish dreams play renaissance pirate
“Reel up wise guy or this is going to get messier and we don’t want a mess on our hands.”
Just make sure it’s manageable
You can always beat your chest
“Funny, I out grew chess.”
Shift off of the clutch and give it some gas
Now go
Charlye work
By the new and improved G-D
100% for sure
What is the 29th of July?
I don’t see 437
Another double
Make it fresh
The formula says we are scientists to a planet in distress
And they are loss prevention
The check is in the mail and it has been a week already and some breathing room would be nice
Open spaces and all
Crayola red is in the wind
Stripes
Spot of fire and the whole things gone
Soaking on
“There is no reason to buy art”
As the common saying goes
“My f*****g five year old could do that”
Jasper Johns should kill himself
We’re on the Internet now
If some of these old masters were around their heads would explode
Enemies of the state
Leonardo would be in a hole in the ground
We don’t even buy music or movies anymore
Pirates for peace as it stands
Pirates of your soul
Didn’t D’angelo go to jail?
That was rhetorical
He did
If something gets you going now a days you can just steal it
All you need is a little confidence
Cough
Anon
It is simple to throw stones when you are faceless but you know the mass is watching
May as well be mechanical
You are a little bit paranoid
“Can’t keep that big trap of your’s shut”
Akron has a song about it
Look it up
It’s simple
I mean
“That is why I don’t smoke pot anymore”
Ha
I had to roll a cigarette after that and I have a bad ticker
How much hard drive space is dedicated to pornography now?
F**k, that’s even getting low
I still masturbate manually
But I reckon I will be able to f**k my mac soon enough
Steve Jobs would even roll over in his grave
I do not mind
I am not the only one
We are terrorists
Myself
*******
*******
We inspire fear of a sort
The point to take away from this is why you should support the arts
You can print in three dimensions
We will go away one day but we have friends
It is hard to be accountable for them sometime but as long as we can we will be accountable to them
Dig that hole
We smoke with the window open
Cold night
Never winter
Mayday under the sky
Why ask?
You know what it is?
The upbeats
Dance until you die
Ride the level
Half staff
If not heavy
Hard
”I want more, more, give me more, give me more”
Four piece partition with a living room and island kitchen
“Bring me joy and restoration and a hand job to wake me up in the morning from someone that looks like her in any color”
The clouds clear with first light
Seems old-fashioned
No?
“It is you”
Old flame coming over
It kind of sounds like the world has shifted she says
And you smell the same
Milk maid sane she spouts praise on my head
“We were never better off, you know?”
And if we ever
It would be a pity
Trigger finger flexed
Hold up
Drain the swag down to your cool
“Take it off”
Can do darling
Tired of this rim job run around
I did not move to California for this
“Please turn off your cell phones, we wouldn’t want an accident”
Yes
We have met before
Middle name cold calling
I’m tired more often than not and the summer days are starting to stretch already
The poor fool’s regret is a heartbreaker
Lungs succumb to pen points pin cushion
Concussion crushing blow
Job with Cookies
The third act comes after intermission
Right now I’d like you to grab a bag of popcorn and snuggle up
We’ve got a bag of seeds with your name on it right now
As they say
My hand is down your throat or at least knuckle up to the rig tip
Welcome to Pinkies
Beek was one of my components
The Royal with cheese
Extended cut takers
Blimpies but no short cake and I ain’t talking about the fruit
Long bread makes short money manifest
One world instances one gram at a time
Keep your mouth shut before I get your f*****g face pregnant
Rubber bullet kisses
Pepper
Bet
Business as usual
Watch the T.V on the television
Currency
Reshape the technology just don’t tweak the format
Beta 2.0
Take the folds they give me and they get maps
Blueprints 1
2
And 3
Oh my God
Some days I miss those old fashioned girls
My ex says I’m lacking in depth but what matters
I think I’ll be alright
I ain’t wasting no more time
It is in the glue
The missus Jones and myself are trying to take it easy on the titles
Endgame not evident on the silver screen
“I cannot think of anything else to say”
Remiss if I don’t walk the streets at night and wish I was not alone
What would it be like to be by myself?
Stranded somewhere and out of the box
R&R on the far terms
Mar land
Glass exploding between my back teeth
Cyanide breath mint
“I know, I know, it’s the positive people, running from their time, looking for some feeling”

© 2013 CharlyeMonroe


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Added on January 14, 2013
Last Updated on January 14, 2013
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CharlyeMonroe
CharlyeMonroe

San Francisco, CA



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