A Weekend in the Country

Gone

Morning glory daze, slither through dead wood

Old family

Memories in the distance

What happened to the Fowlers?

Madonna’s still at home

Too much breeze

Unleashing secrets in those sheds

Filthy old drunkards

Serenity slowly creeps

Unusual, but induced by nature

Sunshine melts the sludge

Dog howls cause attacks on Indian tribes

Burning them like animals

 

The ditches spew forth their growings and more

Life and death simultaneously

Harmoniously

 

Soon come the infidels

Moronic specks of anti-intellect

 

Snakes are alive once again

 

Power lines that spring forth like vines growing from trees that men built in a pathetic attempt to persuade themselves that they are independent

Acorns don’t fall from your trees

 

There’s something out there

Eyes of rum soaked tears pushed through to garner applause

I should have beat her when I had the chance

 

Veins are like electricity bills that haven’t been paid lately

About to be shut off now that the snow is gone

 

Arriving

Arising

A rising

An uprising could occur in a million years if negativity would be hunted like stupidity is in this lifestyle

 

George Washington will return with Robert E. Lee and the two will drink whiskey and play blackjack

Teach all the chicken s***s how to be men again

The stores quit carrying mens clothing

They’re trying to turn us into women

Soon all the men will either be cross-dressers or nudist, depending on where they shop

 

The sunlight diminished

And the wind blows a little more often

Does wind exist in New York City?

It was born in Chicago, I heard, but does it travel to the East coast?

Or does it just hover around the Midwest looking at cornfields and cows, and things that wealthy people don’t know are real?

 

Did you ever read that Bible story about the rich man who put a needle in his eye and went to heaven?

That’s not how it goes but you know what I mean

 

Let me rest a while before I have a heart attack

Then afterwards, I’ll speak on some more

 

Alright, now that I’m dead I want to talk about ducks

What do they do with themselves?

Have you ever seen one of them contribute to society?

Something tells me that they do, and we just haven’t figured that one out yet

Do they have goals and dreams?

Is there things that they want to accomplish in life?

 

I’m alive again now, by the way

In case you didn’t notice

I’m the one on the back porch talking to the ducks

 

There are three forms of cancer in the body and one is malignant at the moment

A festering tumor about to spread

I would kill these tumors, but I happen to believe in the right to life

I told you before that cancer survivors get what they deserve

 

Tobacco tastes better in the evening breeze

 

There is sophisticated speech in the distance, but I can’t make out what it says

There’s too much happening in the world today

Far too much noise and not enough sound

Can you tell a noise from a sound?

Noise is something that anyone can hear

Toiling and murmurs of whoring housewives are noise

But sounds live where children play

Where the sun sets over the forests of my forefathers

Nightfall shows darker in this forest

Too many trees to block the moon

All new sounds accompany the nighttime

Crickets and owls are the criminals of the animal kingdom

For too many years they’ve eluded the laws of nature

Evolution doesn’t exist in the minds of the monkeys

What do they want to be humans for?

Quit telling them they should be, and let them do their own thing

 

Summer dawns a new life for the cold blooded

Those cold hearted b******s that can’t handle the reflections of themselves

 

Coffee helps

 

I wish I was an old man

Get me some of that authority

Tell you people how to behave

Quit crying like little girls in snuff films

It’s only rain

Can’t you think in the rain?

 

Whatever happened to Ernest Hemingway?

He’s faded away with the rest of those dead White males and sent to hell by the media

All of them leaders of the free world reduced to nothing for the sake of selfishness on the part of those who couldn’t relate

 

Don’t you realize that it’s being sold to you?

You can’t see it because you already bought it from people who claim to be from Disneyland

But Disneyland’s been invaded

The cartoons turned on Walt Disney after he gave them life

He’s the one who taught the kids to love cartoons

Now the cartoons teach the kids to hate Walt Disney

What’s your excuse?

Why do you hate Walt Disney?

Because Micky Mouse told you to?

Or is there another reason?

My thinking cap doesn’t come with plastic ears

 

Does any of this even count anyway?

After all it’s after midnight

None of this matters to yesterday

Once it becomes today no one cares about history

And never will think about tomorrow, unless it’s their birthday

But I was born before freedom

I was born on the 3^rd of July

 

Day breaks frosty

Bugs crawling in my ears

Butterflies send mating calls

 

He’s in the corner

Waiting

Shedding lice into the family meal

My grandmother won’t let me wear a hat at the dinner table, but she wears pants in public

 

If we all had it to do over again, would there be 24 hours in a day?

Still 4 seasons?

Did you know that leap year is just a scam to force you to miss the holidays?

After so many leap years, Thanksgiving is in April and nobody knows it

 

Will there be dancing at my funeral?

You had better dance with delight, or I will f*****g haunt you!

Drag me out of the coffin and throw me around the funeral parlor

I’ll be light on my feet after the autopsy

 

Today is my last day among you

Descent occurs at an unknown hour

Gunshots add to the irony

Bluegrass hymnal

 

I’ll be back when the dead flowers live again

Certain forms of illness are forgotten on the back porch in the early spring

 

I assume that some people sing the blues because they never heard polka music

Newer never means better, and improved is a code-word for greed

 

Did you hear the news?

It turns out that money really does grow on trees

All money is, is dead trees

You kill a tree, steal some air

And justify your actions by paying for water to be polluted

Animals die from the pollution

And you justify your actions by claiming to be humans

That’s no excuse

You should have known better

Stop being humans

Animals are so much better

They kill for survival

Humans are too pathetic to kill for survival

 

Let’s just try and belong to something

Dream of a way to wake up

Put out the flames without lighting our heads on fire

 

Survival is able to live in many things

Reviews

[Ms. Gruye]

Greetings, Noah!

I applaud your use of random imagery and counterpoint to complete a mosiac of a bigger whole with this piece. Certain lines such as:

Sunshine melts the sludge
Dog howls cause attacks on Indian tribes
Burning them like animals

Quit crying like little girls in snuff films
It’s only rain
Can’t you think in the rain?

Veins are like electricity bills that haven’t been paid lately
About to be shut off now that the snow is gone

truly stand out as a poet with a emerging sense of illogic and how to manipulate thoughts into craft, however there is a lot of editing that needs to be done. Which can be difficult with mosaic pieces because they are constructed out of genuine thought and care. However, too many strong lines will make them lose their voice. as the old addage goes: if all of us are strong, we are all weak. or something like that. Thanks for posting.

on ward