The Last Poem It could Be

The Last Poem It could Be

by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 at 10:36am ·


The Last Poem It could Be

OR

is my fuller brush so stiff

The Fly is as thick as a thief on Sunrise

The belly of my enemy is full of Gin again they drink the stolen funds they stink in this heat they smell like alcholic drama queens they merley act like normal people but they are getting meaner by the drought they bought  the Ballistic mention of the dimensions  of my missive peacock will please my bunder under the moon we rock and eat the breaded rolls the kisses sweeter then the wine she drinks alone eye find the time to write this poem could be the last one ever done on time the nerve of the drunks they make the sun hide itself it is a little behind the cloudy skidding sky the light confusing diffusing into the splintering day time eye dine in the comfort of the air the beauregard  in my hand iff only eye were not in public the strokes of the painting brush your lips my sinful thrusting your edifice trembles like a chicken eating peas for a supper dish lost in the time it must take them to serve the diner closed. Sitting in high cotton smelling like a rose. Working my soft repose to a milky way response a knee jerking dance of love. Making mention of you in my last will and testament eye suppose you will be the one to keep my love you always had it and you will never lose it after all is said and done the things we thought were life but they were nought they were not life they did not last they went away a poem within a poem

Anchient Child

old man full of days bearded wisdom seen above

child of grace full of life yet slain

immortal sacrifice

clay vessels needing love

we should be ashamed that god

needed to prove to us his love

Jesus this is The Last Poem It could Be


to thine own self be true

BUM

BUM

BUM

and what will you be lttle boy when you grow up and did anyone say eye wish to grow up to be a  BUM ?

describe your job please what is it that you do a description please

This is a paroday this is a BUM speaking

eye panhandle money from honest people they would never give me any but eye beg eye lie and tell them its for food then eye buy booze and smoke

when eye run out of cigarettes and cigars eye hunt snipe

eye play dress upp at night

big huge red necks but nothing butt a belly sagging down nothing down below the belt iff you catch my drift not a real real man butt one of them is usually missing half the brain incase eye did not mention rude is what they do they get in face and punch the words at you refusing to believe the shifting sand dos not smell the same for them the same for you BUTT UPP MEE they say it carefully what can you do when the bum he comes just to annoy you his visit done it lingers like a song played in the background the unmitigated gall of BUM as he surrounds the person here you need a bus pass for the bus give to me only twenty cents and you can ride instead of walk it makes me wonder where he got such a prize find and he still wanders needing twenty centavoes eye just do not contribute to the panhandler needing beer it is so shallow a see threw idea elephant sits on his breasted wing awaiting the arrival of the BUM never in the History of this country has the Hierarchy been so removed from the Populace agrees the ones in charge need to Rule the poor need to be hidden from the street packed in green and brown packages of Solyant cans as human beans for all the rest of this if this dont bother you must be among the ruling class and money is your god god god the 666 is thine you BUM

The Last Planet

The Last Planet

Pluto is gone it was shot down by the Queens and Queers in charge of changing the history of this planet remains in the young  children taught by the back in the day people will tell the new generations the truth yes there was once a Pluto planet children before the idiots got in charge of this one the ice is green on Pluto they see the earth as a green buccle full of green green grass  a home on the horizon lost in the fillters of the atmospheres they did not notice mye existance missing nothing with the electric eye they rove space like a backdoor garden picking items randomly they missed the earth the green green grass of eden marred bye the blood of the roman sacrifice of jesus the narrow view despondant how stupid of religion hating aliens and even angels sent from heaven to preach jesus how do we knoe the Plutonions are not forgiven they may have had a similar religion some sort of god sacrifice for sin a jesus on pluto preaching love and non  violence was he welcome there or not they killed him as surely as we did our own woe woe be to the inhabitation of the earth when jesus comes home to the green green grass of earth of the green green ice of pluto as they watch 

written on a stoney heart

written on a stoney heart.odt

written on a stoney heart

once replyed xoxo

hugs and kisses

rule the heart

no words convey

the reasoning is lost

tis faith my dear

tis faith my only love

<3

Homeless 58

Homeless 58

Drunk talk

what did you say what did you mean to say just now your drunk no one can understand you you said this three times and we still do not get this what did you say try talking without that bottle in your lip

the drunk pulls another beer from his back pack the woman leaves to sit on other places less occupied bye drunks

homeless talk

flys land on my food misquitoes bite me on my hands and arms my face exposed to gnats and bugs the ants bite me in my private places the rash for the heat is getting to me hard to walk my back hurts from carrying all my gear again eye have two bags of wool they say wool gathering when someone is only thinking they are not really gathering wool they are only lost in thought the clothes get old they have to be replaced eye carry changes but they never last one day in the heat and my sweat makes me the same smelling person every time at least they knoe me when they see me coming so they can now avoid me the women who are friendly soon leave me when they discover there is no money why is kisses so high priced why wont she kiss me for her need not price why is she so hurt and angry just because eye am poor eye am rich in other ways my shirt is dry my food is found the hat is new the shoes are round my feet have socks that last another week just let me please get some of the money that eye need to replace my broken screen the monitor is gone the pack is heavey with my next change of clothes the birthday food eye found and scrounge the laptop broken to give you light in poetry you do not get the smell of living poor just the words of the poem we all do the best we can some more then others some of us sober redeeming the time with words written this is HOmeless 58

Miracle Fish

Miracle Fish

eye spent some money in the store for fish in a can its makeral can it smells strong strang for fish eye kept the can inside the bag and did only open the beans so eye decided to pray to the Lord upp above the Jesus one and then eye did a bad thing eye wanted the money eye spent returned unto me but lo and behold the Lord Answered my prayer HIS way is not our way of Money to be had but a man walking near me in the park stopped and saw me looking in a bag it was left there with a soda POP you guessed it there was bread inside the sack and he said Fish and eye said what did you say ??? he was holding out the styrofoam tray and as he left he said he had gotten it today ??? the fish was a Miracle to me a little undere done to my liking but it never made me sick perhaps they cook them that way upp in Heaven. Eye am near tears here penning this and happy God has given me fish perhaps the next time eye will remember to ask for food for it can come without the Money paid from me and now you must be Happy two for in reading this you took some time out of your life for me and my Miracle Fish.

pork belly futures

pork belly futures


pork belly futures


the very first mistake you make is thinking other people listening to you are the same as you you think because you drink they drink because you preach they preach because you fight they fight you think the world is just like you because you stink inside you harbor hate you relate to the size of the worm you even slink slowly away from people not willing to be a burden in a effort to appear normal what is normal about a snipe hunter a man who sucks nicotine and wants it so badly he rolls the paper in a book ripping pages apart in an effort to get a free smoke he picks up butts upon the street not meant to be consumed by him he multiplies his sin then sins again a man repeats his lies then lies in his bed then lies again his want is the future his need belongs to him his belly full of pork his aim off some most people settle just for fish and chipper even charlax has a pork belly future