Pony Payroll Bones Talkin Poems and Drawings
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
Talkin Rock Creek
They were not saying it outloud talk--they was sayin
they was sayin though--
ghosts may float get tangled in tree branches
bLueness sorrow RadiaL fraMe of JennY Moon's AUra within gnashing red wildnerness
Tha blues where ya fall shorT makiN a Livin Wage
I clean haunted houses.
You can't eat all the air outta a pill bottle.
Red candle burn bright
in the late afternoon
Polish the servant's stairs
with a bucket of dust.
Maladies amongst StatuarY
Living is rewriting done got inside my body
banana the peni of tha violent red rooster on the after atlantic hole in tha earth.....it was
a beautiful arousal, ones
hours recieve with percieves...
when one percieves, one they fall into the blue yonder depth upon depth bottomless roofless
my hands made gruesome failures in tha moonlight....
what goes transmuting into spiritual hospitalizations.....chronic conditions...
animal skull on centuries old funeral vase table
Obligations are eternaL
We re obliged to start somewhere
we are obliged to start somewhere
You know the first day is born like a polaroid picture
and I have gunshots and church bells ringing tha skull
Sea crashin/upon jagged black rocks
froth foam
broken pier declining ever more into the night of the sea
whilst the day.......while the day.......
Those three women celebrating the bright celebration
of the sun's sexuality--theY each crawl
into the inside of each other's mirrors
Those few days....exchange glances in dark hallways
Obligations are eternaL
We re obliged to start somewhere
we are obliged to start somewhere
You know the first day is born like a polaroid picture
and I have gunshots and church bells ringing tha skull
Sea crashin/upon jagged black rocks
froth foam
broken pier declining ever more into the night of the sea
whilst the day.......while the day.......
Those three women celebrating the bright celebration
of the sun's sexuality--theY each crawl
into the inside of each other's mirrors
Those few days....exchange glances in dark hallways
Obligations are eternaL
We re obliged to start somewhere
we are obliged to start somewhere
You know the first day is born like a polaroid picture
and I have gunshots and church bells ringing tha skull
Sea crashin/upon jagged black rocks
froth foam
broken pier declining ever more into the night of the sea
whilst the day.......while the day.......
Those three women celebrating the bright celebration
of the sun's sexuality--theY each crawl
into the inside of each other's mirrors
Those few days....exchange glances in dark hallways
Obligations are eternaL
We re obliged to start somewhere
we are obliged to start somewhere
You know the first day is born like a polaroid picture
and I have gunshots and church bells ringing tha skull
Sea crashin/upon jagged black rocks
froth foam
broken pier declining ever more into the night of the sea
whilst the day.......while the day.......
Those three women celebrating the bright celebration
of the sun's sexuality--theY each crawl
into the inside of each other's mirrors
Those few days....exchange glances in dark hallways
Obligations are eternaL
We re obliged to start somewhere
we are obliged to start somewhere
You know the first day is born like a polaroid picture
and I have gunshots and church bells ringing tha skull
Sea crashin/upon jagged black rocks
froth foam
broken pier declining ever more into the night of the sea
whilst the day.......while the day.......
Those three women celebrating the bright celebration
of the sun's sexuality--theY each crawl
into the inside of each other's mirrors
Those few days....exchange glances in dark hallways
|
