I ape

I ape, poetry, steven humphreys

I ape I ape man I regressed I'm pulled down picking oranges off a tree pulling carrots from the ground like a chimp my intelligence is slipping dropping to a new low like a gimp I dream of bananas floating in a stream to where they go calories and cooked foods built this brain of …

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Heavy thinking

heavy thinking, alcohol, poetry, depression, sadness, steven humphreys

Heavy thinking midnight drinking bells of Christmas tinkling look at the dictator deep in his face in the flaming 'no blinking' mirror sinking beer belly bread basket no longer care grain alcohol before the fall thought you'd become wiser when nothing to do nowhere to go and those all too beautiful hills became still and …

Tunnel

tunnel, poetry, steven humphreys, madness, death

You stopped at the entrance to a tunnel and there you hang in limbo for the green light to change crazy mind electric eyes icing on the cake purified by night run with wolves sleep wake another full glass it's time to see to taste can you hear? it's calling you... it is this that …

Credence

credence, poem, steven humphreys

Have you had your confidence robbed in a thieves' whirlwind whose name was Bob? (or, was it that Chong or Smith you broke up with last year?) left your face in the mud dripping off your chin like blood spraying in the winds of change (you uncontrollably sobbed?) that crud dud brazenly ripped your heart out of your chest? …

Mad Poet Society

mad poet society, poetry, steven humphreys

You've just arrived tripped over words in the library beehive stacked in rows straight buzzing minds unfold the mad poet society a special kind clique you find entering the zone where no man's home rhyme and reason formless treason sleeping in such terrible weeping men and kings folly sings face your burden blind eye to murderin' mesomorph …

Drivin’ Low on route 66

Drivin' low on route 66 life began at 65 pickup sticks missin' kicks drivin' round hear that sound makin' ground thinkin' back four score years spillin' tears clubs and booze wasted years should've done more at school listened to all those fools hands not meant holding tools pickin' up speed wind blown hair feelin' a need remember …