Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts

Monday, April 13, 2009

Steel Beamed Heaven


Looky-lou Lord looming brightly above
Steel beamed heaven dimensions
Tour guides hollow booming presence

Where is our manna to quench us?

Now I lay me down to lunch
Seeking six sigma refreshment
Tepidly twittering my keyboard’s clitoris

Singing sad songs of what becomes of us

Paperless people screech sermons of surrender
Flightless dumb doves flutter by desks
Going to die in their wastebasket quests

Crashing in the distance making our eyelids heavy
Wave after wave of metallic rolling thunder
Nodding off within reach, on our chemically sweet beach

Conversations tried and conversations lost
Being such plugged in bits of wan wonder
Conversation died it’s the IPod’s cost

our wayward leaders they can’t teach us

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Heaven Sent

From Me:

Michael Patrick thank you
For being such a mean kibbles man
Michael Patrick thank you
For showing us where to stand

Michael Patrick is a flamer
Who claims he isn’t gay (claims)
Michael Patrick is insaner (than most)
Just listen to what he has to say

If there is a feather-bed heaven
All sleek and blue and fat
And Michael you are in it
I know that’s not where it’s at

If people like me belong in hell so hotly
Then we will reside in love
My hell-suit will drape me just fine
AAnd your hell will be above

You can judge your angels
For flying with two left wings
And I will polish my hornies
Till I know they will truly sting

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


From Michael:


THE SOUND OF ZOMBIES

"The halls are alive with the sound of zombies
With drunk-a-logs they have sung for seventy years
The halls fill your brain with the sound of zombies
Your brain wants to explode to every drunk-a-log it hears

Your brain wants to rip the steps to shreds
which rise from the dead & explode into hell
Your stomach wants to “puke” like a zombie that flies
to an AA meeting & the higher power

To laugh at the big book when it trips
and falls over steppers on its way
To cry through the night like a bill & bob clone

You go to the meetings when your brain is "loony"
I know you will hear what you've heard before
Your heart will be cursed with the sound of zombies
And you'll vomit once more".