Mardi Gras COndensed

Mardi Gras CONdensed

by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 11:42am ·

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the richest man in New Orleans eye saw all the swag all the beads all the fake coins and all the fake dreams of a world gone mad and drunk at a party time and fake parades the same old song and dances egYpt and the false religions of the world the 666 leading the band the death heads grin on every hand and the band played all the old songs from way back when it was always a large commercial message

Mardi Gras CONdensed

Mardi Gras CONdensed

a woman offered to get me food

with a plastic jesus

she would not give to me any money

she thought i wanted to drink booze

no matter what i said

i finally gave up disgusted

asked her for one dollar for a coffee

she left disgusted

we were both disgusted

a man yelles and hollard too loud

at the floats

he was obviously drunk

and they like the killer floats

the zombies and the devils

this is the end of mankind the 666 is coming now

when i asked a doctor at the hospital for access for the weekend she said no

she told me everything is closed

i can see

people are inside in the cafeteria

she said no its closed

she is a zombie to me

she is a LIAR--

was struck by how fake it all is

merchandise sales and seats sold

business for money

drink up eat food for higher prices

just a bunch of drunks

part of one of the floats came off

it was a flower the size of a large barrel top

it slammed into the bus stop

hitting the top of the awning

a woman started crying

everyone thought she was hurt

but she was just scared and very upset

and the policeman stopped the next float

to check the woman

i have respect for them again

then when he saw she was ok

he waved it on

and they tossed the big painted wooden flower

into the street

it was there the next morning

getting run over

Darkstone poet

when eye walked into the street the crowd was dissing the preacher they were trying to preach Jesus they have been here from since the Super Bowl and the preacher was dissing the crowd telling them they were way too disrespectful to them now eye was getting upset at the way the preacher was upset eye began to yell it is FAT TUESDAY all these people are DRUNK and they came to see the parade at Mardi Gras besides eye told him Jesus said not to make a big deal in the middle of a Street preaching to be seen it is the way of unsaved sinners to get Grace in the eyes of the Human Race to be someone in the respect and the eyes of the people

I had food the whole time missed some hours at the Public Lieberry found some plugs outside to charge my battery and kept the signal at the Hospital it is even better then this one and the crowd went wild eye marched into the end of Mardi Gras the richest man in New Orleans eye saw all the swag all the beads all the fake coins and all the fake dreams of a world gone mad and drunk at a party time and fake parades the same old song and dances egYpt and the false religions of the world the 666 leading the band the death heads grin on every hand and the band played all the old songs from way back when it was always a large commercial message

this is Mardi Gras COndensed on a wednesday the day before a valentine eye will not obey or worship any such day at ever again

my time on earth is allmost at an end

no matter what there is no real life within me

it may be sad to some of you that hopes and dreams come ot bitter ends reality is a dead poet missing love and living for another chance to have romance only with someone never met iff not for ewe there would be no going on

A penpal never met is still worth more then mere regret and keeps me marching on past Mardi Gras COndensed

2013 Haiku

2013 Haiku 

Per Capita Surcharge
free human bean scrimmage game
end of all time 2013 

COWBOY Haiku

SOlar POwer LapTop

SOlar POwer LapTop

The whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater company in New York is developing the Solar Laptop. Zappersunlimited.com is setting up the website now for the development of the completely Battery powered laptops. This machine never requires a plug for electricity. The grid will not work in the rain. The sun has got to be shining on a cloudless day. YOU must rotate this device to catch the direct sunlight and keep it there all day because it is so very hard to catch enough rays to charge all those little batteries. The good news is they are reusable. Each device is sold only from the new website you must make a 666 code into the number box provided. We will not accept phone calls at this time. Preferance is given to laptop users we are making this new technology available to the general users of the laptops. IN the event that the website is unavailable offline or for any other problems here is the place to visit us now. Unlimited666.com.sun.uk

we are sending the batteries for this to the American office only at this time

you people who live in the United Kingdom may order this item from the website now

Unlimited666.com.sun.uk

you may now order the batteries here at this website

Zappersunlimited.com in New York

do not call us on your cell phones

iff this works charlax will always be online

at least on those rare sunny days of sunshine

on his brand new SOlar POwer LapTop

sniff sniff sniff

sniff sniff sniff

as the crow flies fair to middlin dark of the moon pinch of salt bury the seeds deep or wipe them off on the blanket lays my love

my love is like the electricity eye use in my city to function as Tom Waits sings all her favorite songs

the things we think are love

the worry and the fear for the other

she must never know the hunger of my lust

the night is long and eye am longer in this day

eye am like a boy needing her hand on me

the substitute is mine and eye play and dream of her

she is the reason eye succumb

she is my succubus

and eye her Cupid

invisible we wrestle

anywhere she dreams we can be

a waste she has defended me

she knows this is the heart of a man

a wasteland of love

false hopes and dreams turn into hope

a kiss a kiss a kiss

sniff sniff sniff

Time has come today (version one)

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Time has come today
Hair shirt is on my wrist radio dick traced the call to the bordello hello aint you cute you pie full of cherries cut in half my new ®Extender™ at full throttle eye made it inside the lieberry is so nice and quiet will it last this is a long day it is Wednesday the lieberrian is so good lookin in her glasses and jeans the new Time®Extender™ looks just like a cell phone and does not actually stop time but adds time to every second making your day much longer then it should be now
A poem  while eye have the
The boss passed the men working grabbed his accelerator and began digging in to the side of the tunnel like a madman doing more work then all the men had done together all day long so far he slammed the accelerator down and turned off the digging machine then sneered at all the man but one was a woman she picked up the accelerator and began to dig across from the boss had done and suddenly she walked out of the hole he had started on the other wall. Very impressive he smiled. Wish all you men were women now. 

Amellican pullican get your off of me on me off of me on me off off off back dangerous foe meat for the belly belly is for the meat both of us shall die cast in the teeth the meat hangging like a shard of flower petal dangling like a participle from the edge of a black boarded upp forgotten memory of Time Bring to Socrates more wine

Time has come today

MOving COwboy

Moving Cowboy

Moving Cowboy

do ewe remember when the cowboy movie was the hay day back in the day thing everyone became a movie star everyone became a cowboy in the hollywood movie they made zillions of old western movies they paid actors to star who were useless as cowboys they used them for bad guys you knoe the type they made them the sherriff and the deputy and the posse was full of cute men riding to glory just to get the women in the boxoffice buying tickets all of it for money Audio Murry and Rudeolfo Scott Key Billy Savage and Doc Haliday real men could not stand these romantic fellows getting kisses from the actresses meant for me poor me no  kisses on the street no one suggested that eye ever be a drug store cowboy or a hollywood actor men on the screen doing a bad job never meant eye should take over show them how its done dripping macho from my fingers pistols hangging from my belt cross draw rig and left hand shooter waiting to be used this is for my lady she who mostly  misses me why is sex so bad a thing to be a cowboy would be better no eye am teasing you it is better to be a dog tied unto the living then to be a dead unmoving cowboy buried under his horse mixed up religion runs its course in me there is safety in more love eye am not an Ape MOn ; Key the musick  make it seem religious sexy to my fault soul barred from real women doing time in fast New York she does the three minute smile when you say that Moving Cowboy

Re Publishing

Re Publishing

failure after the first few successes it is only failure where is the fanfare eye desire where is the lieberry book upon the shelf for them mexicanas to see my namme in lights the few online things working for me offset by the fish that swaned away they do not like poor homeless people on the internet or is it my religion could it be they dont like jesus or the combination lock of both those things decievers promises pulling all my resources out of me iff eye made a  mapp of the United States then placed an X upon those States the ones eye cannot live there anymore there would be a large number mostly southern states for eye have never been much upp north of the masonic dixons those people who lay bricks in stone edifices and offices of purple ivy hanging outside on the walls Re Publishing my free things wll last virtually forever on the world wide web how can you tell someone who does not get online just what they are missing these windows on this world we have our love incased inside small boxes waiting to be sent with numbers for a namme true love is like the vision of the forgotten pain of jesus as he danced before the romans as he carried the heavy burden of his cross eye carry my laptop eye carry my laptop for you my heart incased in electric housing of plastic made in Chinese places in the snow iff this does not ever prove my love as least of all it does then try to understand how much eye really do love you its more then any fear eye have my poetry is free all my online things are free no paypal for me no credit card or plastic jesus will you see :) ) let them eat cake in three car garages eye will stay homeless :((((( thinking no one really loves me hate is much to closely installed next to the love button inside the heart eye cannot find the switch to turn either of them off the side of the world is where eye should just leap like a dead fish into the water of time iff this sounds like eye am crying it is only Re Publishing most people have a friend inside the prison walls some people have a friend her faulty thinking comes between them she sees lies in poets eyes she sees prosperous as the color of the man he has green money for his backyard plan too bad some people see things so differntly they miss the most important idea of just being a friend without adding to the money that they have or what eye believe she is really doing they call it smoozzing huddling with the rich masses of black poets who use gutteral languages using rapp and cursing making rhymes of unutterable usages making real poets shudder and feel worthless why do women like the limelight missing real true puppy love eye refused to black out oklahoma on the map of xes it iiis one of those places where eye only visited and might go back Canada is there the big black run off in the dark where they make Potatoes Idaho is marked eye did not want to hit INdiana by mistake you see i love Potato Flakes and Corn but the secret of oklahoma is the reason eye was borne in the desert full of purple flowers torn from my hand the wind holds the secret word for you polite society has no idea what a man might do for love or for Re Publishing