Poets on Parade

Poets On Parade - Mudville

Open up your eyes

The guardians have left our country

Gentlemen are soft and stony

Elegance makes light of purity

On balance it's a mystery

Obscurity has got you down

Chase the flying bat rat ponies

Race the blown up

Bean counter wannabe pinups

In a finkish world

Poets whine the poets twirl their metaphors

For old cat nosehair

Someone soon will want

To buy it

And all the while their numbers grow like credit cards

Who wants to be the griot town crier

Grand Vezir

And give your life of snow white fingers

And lazy arms

No one's listening

To you

You

You want

You want to move me

You want to move me

Oh speak to me

Of curly clovered green winds of your childhood's

Sinful dazed holy and mortified

Blacked out smiling

Snore in your breadline POV

Till they can't help but see ya

Wouldn't wanna be ya

You call them on the way they go

And take it on

What fools these mortals be

My tongue is tired

And silence is suspect

The muse you use is drowning by the minute

The muse you cruise could pass you when you're in it

Like 04 I'm past the legal limit

I ain't 22 and I don't got a gimmick

Say what you gonna leave

And those who know will grow to write for

Someday this will all be over magazine