just like a meat cleaver

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  • marxred
  • Just completed my new collection of poems, "Time Machine", a collections of Rock Ballads to set your own music to.

just like a meat cleaver

well you know promises
promises are just words to cling to
that sometimes, they all fall through
and crash and burn
but darling, i've some words
to share with you

big ego came in here this morning
holding his hat and his cane
he was just here for some personal gain
it wasn't as he was here without warning
and you know, there was no answer really given

the blues was on the news when
the clock stuck me hard at eleven
it shocked me, shocked me right back
to blessed reality, but when i got there
i just found this delirious melody

about little ms. passport at the reception
wearing the dress that she made and
it wasn't until nepoleon did mention it
that she heard about the border raids

you know ramona the one
who drove clear through texas
with her top down and a bow
in her hair, a shotgun blast
and lipstick smile, she drove
for thousands of dead ass miles

if you ever want to go, y'know
i'd let you, just like a silver bird
i would set you free
but, those promises i made,
it would break me to break
them like my father did




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HarverTomsson commented on just like a meat cleaver

07-13-2009

Still tryin' to figure if it was Ramon's top that was down, or her car's. But I take it, you intend to keep your promises despite the appreance of Big Ego. Your mind works so fast, I felt a bit of wind in my hair, just for a moment.

marxred

07/13/2009

mr harvertomsson! my dear poetic brother....i do believe that this is the best complement i have gotten in 40 yrs!....thank you!

rmspoet commented on just like a meat cleaver

04-24-2009

Please find out what sonnets are?

marxred

07/13/2009

sonnet is no more relavent to thid piece than #11 is

marxred

08/27/2009

Hey, post some poems....I would love to read your work.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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