Diamante(BOY)

                          Boy
                 Curious innocent
         Learning mistaking exploring
Irritable anxious confused unpredictable
       Transforming changing growing
             Apathetic guilt-ridden
                         MAN 

The dying thinker and feeler

The thinker and the feeler
argued on a sunbaked rock
both entwined in the same man
Totally unaware of being burned
The sun just shone all day not a whim nor a care
red with blame the dead man fliched.

Bum to where?

The bum (A ridiculous poem about a bum who is made to eat)
He was down on his luck
and just didn´t want to get touched.
Who could blame him if it´s all the same.
Though he was almost shamed.
He wanted to wander to the alcohol shop
Though his trajectory was interrupted by a sick game
No schnapps just chips for chaps
Hands out trembling lame
Not the old man you say!

Bump

Bump!
She´s glued together with coke and applause.
The limelight hides her hideousness
Under it all skin grips crooked bones that she ignores.
She makes art from the loveless kiss.

The darkness chews her soul but can´t digest it
The sensation appeals and tickles her sanity

Her Hearts a dance party for ghouls her chest´s infested
they Jump on her lover spilling collective profanity.

The lines on her face extend like her snakes of cocaine
Her complexion pales after her snorting whirr.
An angel appeared in the mirror she only saw a stain
and the pimp like fiend who was courting her
(About an image of a doll in the darkness)

Dangle (Kyrielle sonnet)

(Kyrielle)
Dangle
Where had I lost my parachute?
At the house on the hill so cute

A chairlift moved special people
Was my virtue drowning in a deep pool?

Above the roof their legs dangled
Over this hill house strange angle

The sun was bright the water cool
Does my parachute break ground rules?

Up chairlift high looking away
I wave though have nothing to say

Life´s simply a beautiful school.
If you won´t learn tell me who will?

Why hide in overalls and suits?
Get your butt on the chairlift fool!

Bloodshot apple

Hey crude want to make fun of me
illuded you want of make fun of me?
let me make it quite easy before
my rhymes get sleazy aye
I go the store to buy my bread buns
and they dont know if it´s (dez)ten or (trés)three
until today.

Want to vent have a laugh at my expense mate?
You won´t need a loupe lense to see
Just a piece of my fruitcake
at a poet´s eye afternoon tea.

Would you like to take the proverbial pee?
through this bloodshot apple see?
I have no rhymes to lend
 except to those that send
their wonderful and cunning prose and poetry!

Nameless man

The nameless man
I went up to a funky surfer not meaning to be rude
I said "have you got the time radical dude"
I went up to a lurcher and took the poodle from his lap
I said fleadom is not flea in china town chap.

I had a thousand questions so I went up to my dad
"your a teflon pan son" and "don´t let the sh*t stick lad"
I needed money so i went to the dull faced teller
His lack of personality really brought out his fella.

I went to the corner store in search of a smoke
I saw Jimmy thug having a toke
I said "Howzit" "what´s up" "How´d you be bloke"
But the guy didn´t joke.