35A Poem by CharlyeMonroeNumber 35 of The Knockouts
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 |
StatsAuthorCharlyeMonroeSan Francisco, CAAboutWriter/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..Writing
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