a travelers internal crises

a large part of my cuisine life
has given me Delhi belly
internal turmoil karma strife
funny shit to some
deadly to others
gutting for me bum

© bg 2012

Hungover hues

oppression 
compression 
persecution 
laws 
did i mention laws 
squeezing society
causing dysfunctional flaws 
oppression 
persecution 
depression 
morals 
did i mention morals 
dividing the blood sea 
tribal songs of all quarrels
oppression 
aggression
suppression 
truth 
did i mention truth 
the righteous elders use to corrupt 
the purity of the youth 
oppression
aggression 
dispossession 
equality 
did i mention equality 
no, not in these crowded streets 
of a Babelish society 
and its dividing entity 

©bg 2013

Selfish Life Always Making False Promises

selfish life 
always says 
wait there is more

before you go thru that door

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© bg 2012

washing of the dark’s goo

i was just sitting in the dark thinking bout you

just sitting  in the dark i guess that much is true 

sitting in the dark but bout you i didn’t have a clue  

 

so its two or more harmless glasses

of some expensive red wine

while i pluck some freaky snowflakes 

from my nose hair and feel fine 

 

in the dark oven i hold your breath till i turn blue

i feel for you and the humid dark feels of warm spew 

the dark buzzes like bees with dead flowers to chew

 

so i knock back two or more wild shots

of some expensive gold rum 

as the melting snow up my red nose

makes me happily numb 

 

i was sitting in the dark, darkly thinking bout you 

just sitting in the dark when away your shadow flew 

where i don’t know, but now i sit in morning dew 

 bathing in the fresh light, washing of the dark’s goo 

© bg 2013