All the blogs I read have recently posted apologies for the inconsistent posting of late. I will not do the same.
I am not sorry for posting only 4 times in the month of May. I said it would be daily, but I have spent little time on my computer since school ended, and I have been feeling less motivated to write. Is it because of the second-hand THC? Not sure. English has taken a hit, as usual, when I am separated from educated people and plopped into 10 hour days with drug addicts and high school drop-outs. Excuses are useless.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. Language can only evolve if there are large populations who care not about the rules.
And isn't poetry not caring about the rules? Or is it caring too much to obey them? "My words are not valuable enough to have the honour of being placed into grammatical structure." (Co. or Colin)
Here goes:
two punches on shoulder
love taps ? hatred
the smile gives away
"doing just what I wanted"
Thanks, pour me my apple juice,
Old man. Now,
bearded guy refuses handshake
"Lay Off the Bush!"
Ok, I know, old habits,
even my dad noticed them still
But I won't stop, can't, I am
uncomfortable
with my position on Planet
Barbeque some hog
chill that beer so we
relax our senses, take hold of
us, oh Substance! We need you to
guide our destruction. destroy
ABS pipes cutting corners
get paid to much for doing it, fixing it
then we drown in sweat
not anymore soon it is
liquid sulfer Flaming
Colin.
and.
Co.
