I’m Not Like Everybody Else

I won’t take all that they hand me down,
And make out a smile, though I wear a frown,
And I’m not gonna take it all lying down,
'Cause once I get started I go to town.

'Cause I'm not like everybody else,

And I don’t want to ball about like everybody else,
And I don’t want to live my life like everybody else,
And I won’t say that I feel fine like everybody else,
'Cause I'm not like everybody else,
I’m not like everybody else.

But darling, you know that I love you true,
Do anything that you want me to,
Confess all my sins like you want me to,
There’s one thing that I will say to you,
I’m not like everybody else.

If you all want me to settle down,
Slow up and stop all my running ‘round,
Do everything like you want me to,
There’s one thing that I will say to you,
I’m not like everybody else.


momomom (inflection)

ogahetra:

oh chair we go
a time trap, me eating you
you crying dying
strains for extras

purpose is trouble
double is double
I have pieces of yr shoes
in my stubble

wow I’m sorry
it was an irony me standing
next to him when you asked
directions

ripe gripes

without water
cause I drank it all already
and my nose dripping
regrets forgets
lights in the window
taking pictures to the store
for more, channeling
hand in foot
half steps turn to fools steps
turn to gold rolled
broken bells banging
broken pipes

2 times 6 word poems

I missed
my youth
bottle rocket

the streets
are made
of mud

graffiti (666)

as we become candidates
for being parents
it’s apparent we have failed
the course, of course

graffiti )5(

-so I
built my
house on a hole
it was a mistake
on stilts with guilt
on silt

bells bells

don’t know the history
of sapphire demons
or the layout of all the Egyptian
deities
of death, of death
don’t know anything for so many
holes in the dead’s heads
but I die, die lying
listing what I don’t do
in shoes and in shoes
blown sky blew bye
brown towns fall down
ground in ground in ground

firstpersonpoet:

On the huddle, 
You — artehago, 
You win — and
I …well, I should eat
those pale corn kernels with cream,
or should I proof read my tea leaves?
(Still, All the while I write,
I wonder this…
Do you — artehago,
Scramble 
eggs 
as well as you 
Scramble 
discourse?)

take me for a little while

dave edmunds

of white wails and orcas

I am punching you,
punching you in the face
cigaretter, hat tipper
-forgetter
-forget her
this violence violins itself
into our own music
you and me falling into
a deep sea
but i dive happy
-punching you
-punching you