Submissions by CTWillyard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
New wave psychadelic stream of consciousness creative writing.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2010 5:13pm
29th Jul 2010 5:13pm
strange thoughts in regular bars
The girls at Friday's
hooked it up
with the 2 for 1s
and salvaged what joy was left
Of a Mexican Fiesta
It may infact be
my mission to
Woo one of them
right into pregnancy
Either one of the two
seemed a great choice.
But my heart was set
on the thicker one.
From the look in her eyes
I could tell she wouldnt
mind fucking me,
and thats always
a plus
hooked it up
with the 2 for 1s
and salvaged what joy was left
Of a Mexican Fiesta
It may infact be
my mission to
Woo one of them
right into pregnancy
Either one of the two
seemed a great choice.
But my heart was set
on the thicker one.
From the look in her eyes
I could tell she wouldnt
mind fucking me,
and thats always
a plus
719 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2010 8:12am
29th Jul 2010 8:12am
Commandeering
I'm known for raging a Bloody Mary Wagon,
that sells mostly red colored cups of
vodka with several chunks
of floating vegetable matter per serving
I started this new thing called
commandeering,
its a lot like stealing but
more gentlemanly
Apparently you just borrow things
and never give them back.
I dont like to call it stealing
because I'm a felon
and that looks bad.
But for now commandeering will do.
While my mind drifts haphazardly
I imagine good tidings and
generous offerings
...
that sells mostly red colored cups of
vodka with several chunks
of floating vegetable matter per serving
I started this new thing called
commandeering,
its a lot like stealing but
more gentlemanly
Apparently you just borrow things
and never give them back.
I dont like to call it stealing
because I'm a felon
and that looks bad.
But for now commandeering will do.
While my mind drifts haphazardly
I imagine good tidings and
generous offerings
...
641 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2010 2:25am
29th Jul 2010 2:25am
Sessions
Broken boulevards and untimely bohiemian demises
I sprinkle heavy with strong integrity
and make all my own calls
leaving no fingerprints
untraceable elements
sifting in and out of consciousness effortlessly
Cleopatra and I were once great friends
We swam in the waters of the Nile
at the time when they still flowed West
She told me I was a prophet
I told her she was a pornstar
We ate grapes with Elvis
Chilling in the Panthenon
With Good Intentions
Long before the recipe
for love was lost
Someone...
I sprinkle heavy with strong integrity
and make all my own calls
leaving no fingerprints
untraceable elements
sifting in and out of consciousness effortlessly
Cleopatra and I were once great friends
We swam in the waters of the Nile
at the time when they still flowed West
She told me I was a prophet
I told her she was a pornstar
We ate grapes with Elvis
Chilling in the Panthenon
With Good Intentions
Long before the recipe
for love was lost
Someone...
785 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Jul 2010 10:00pm
27th Jul 2010 10:00pm
Lot Science
Hit the lot with a lot of what you're lookin' for
sling another crooked four, lookin for a steady score
Lost my car and all my people in the madness
Favorite weekend this summer's what the plan is
Good Times and Big Smiles for the pictures
sippin on some Moonshine liquor
Im not your average city slicker
Analogue rouge action for the papers
Break free from mental slavers
take a taste and go and rage it
Lot science
The new Alchemist is here!
Campsite calastentics
Better bring your beer!
Smile baby cuz you're only gettin...
sling another crooked four, lookin for a steady score
Lost my car and all my people in the madness
Favorite weekend this summer's what the plan is
Good Times and Big Smiles for the pictures
sippin on some Moonshine liquor
Im not your average city slicker
Analogue rouge action for the papers
Break free from mental slavers
take a taste and go and rage it
Lot science
The new Alchemist is here!
Campsite calastentics
Better bring your beer!
Smile baby cuz you're only gettin...
792 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2010 7:06pm
27th Jul 2010 7:06pm
Changes
Radio waves become audio frequencies
as I frequent my favorite local afterhours bar.
There is no last call in Southwest Detroit.
Tracers transmutate into translated messages
from far-off lifeforms as I formulate a plan
to never come down.
A lost cause with lost car keys
and a staggering blood alcohol content
capable of navigating the saltiest seas.
Salt laden ketamine snot
drips dangerously down the back of my throat
as I bring the shipment into port.
Piracy at its finest.
Metric tons of sketched out fun
is how I...
as I frequent my favorite local afterhours bar.
There is no last call in Southwest Detroit.
Tracers transmutate into translated messages
from far-off lifeforms as I formulate a plan
to never come down.
A lost cause with lost car keys
and a staggering blood alcohol content
capable of navigating the saltiest seas.
Salt laden ketamine snot
drips dangerously down the back of my throat
as I bring the shipment into port.
Piracy at its finest.
Metric tons of sketched out fun
is how I...
1128 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2010 10:57am
27th Jul 2010 10:57am
Ozark Happenings
Wakarusa bound, ready to get unwound and sling a couple pounds
No rounds needed, peace persists in the Ozark Rifts.
Brothers and sisters who drift sip merily on frozen fifths.
Flagrant Grey Goose guzzlers
dodge Wookie buzzards that smell of mustard.
I got alligator tranquilizer stashed inside my Kangol visor
so get your nostrils ready the dosage will be heavy.
Rumrunners to-go before Thievery Corporation shows
keep me limber in the front row.
Time travelling eskimo pot farmers
feverishly gathering the herbs
and...
No rounds needed, peace persists in the Ozark Rifts.
Brothers and sisters who drift sip merily on frozen fifths.
Flagrant Grey Goose guzzlers
dodge Wookie buzzards that smell of mustard.
I got alligator tranquilizer stashed inside my Kangol visor
so get your nostrils ready the dosage will be heavy.
Rumrunners to-go before Thievery Corporation shows
keep me limber in the front row.
Time travelling eskimo pot farmers
feverishly gathering the herbs
and...
739 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2010 10:43am
27th Jul 2010 10:43am
Black Rock Thought Balloon
I shall watch the sandstorms set in,
as I enjoy the sting of Jameson's
12 year aged scotch-whiskey,
casually plotting my next big come-up.
Somewhere in the desert a woman waits.
Waits for her next stop on the Bus-ride
Soul Circus of Sexual Telekenisis.
Prepare to be mind-fucked.
In the distance Art Car Pirate Ships
sail off into the purple undertones
cast across Nevada's neon nightsky
Imaginary fireworks join forces with the real thing
forcing friend and foe to fornicate until the fortress walls fall
and seperation suffers a...
as I enjoy the sting of Jameson's
12 year aged scotch-whiskey,
casually plotting my next big come-up.
Somewhere in the desert a woman waits.
Waits for her next stop on the Bus-ride
Soul Circus of Sexual Telekenisis.
Prepare to be mind-fucked.
In the distance Art Car Pirate Ships
sail off into the purple undertones
cast across Nevada's neon nightsky
Imaginary fireworks join forces with the real thing
forcing friend and foe to fornicate until the fortress walls fall
and seperation suffers a...
763 reads
3 Comments
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