Spinning Swiftly
Sprained ankle
stumbled
over the tracks.
Dark demon
in a 24 ounce tin.
She lifts her kickers
tomorrow's raging
headache
is all that remains.
Murrowed gill people
on the lake shore
at backwater
Goat Rock Damn.
Without any special
dispensation
by the bog
still running from the Mob.
All these nights
of nothing
but
undercover dollars.
It was sold
down the line
awaiting my soul
looking for a number
or nookie.
Forever to prey
pray
to the gods of rock and roll.
Waiting
wait in silence
the other old man
is dying.
By General Zod
Spinning Swiftly
Sprained ankle
stumbled
over the tracks.
Dark demon
in a 24 ounce tin.
She lifts her kickers
tomorrow's raging
headache
is all that remains.
Murrowed gill people
on the lake shore
at backwater
Goat Rock Damn.
Without any special
dispensation
by the bog
still running from the Mob.
All these nights
of nothing
but
undercover dollars.
It was sold
down the line
awaiting my soul
looking for a number
or nookie.
Forever to prey
pray
to the gods of rock and roll.
Waiting
wait in silence
the other old man
is dying.
By General Zod
Spinning Swiftly
Sprained ankle
stumbled
over the tracks.
Dark demon
in a 24 ounce tin.
She lifts her kickers
tomorrow's raging
headache
is all that remains.
Murrowed gill people
on the lake shore
at backwater
Goat Rock Damn.
Without any special
dispensation
by the bog
still running from the Mob.
All these nights
of nothing
but
undercover dollars.
It was sold
down the line
awaiting my soul
looking for a number
or nookie.
Forever to prey
pray
to the gods of rock and roll.
Waiting
wait in silence
the other old man
is dying.
By General Zod
On Friday, July 2, 2021 at 5:23:17 PM UTC-4, Terry Stomp wrote:
Spinning Swiftly
Sprained ankle
stumbled
over the tracks.
Dark demon
in a 24 ounce tin.
She lifts her kickers
tomorrow's raging
headache
is all that remains.
Murrowed gill people
on the lake shore
at backwater
Goat Rock Damn.
Without any special
dispensation
by the bog
still running from the Mob.
All these nights
of nothing
but
undercover dollars.
It was sold
down the line
awaiting my soul
looking for a number
or nookie.
Forever to prey
pray
to the gods of rock and roll.
Waiting
wait in silence
the other old man
is dying.
By General Zod
Good to see your poetry here, too, sir. Now all we need is some readers ...
On Friday, July 2, 2021 at 5:23:17 PM UTC-4, Terry Stomp wrote:
Spinning Swiftly
Sprained ankle
stumbled
over the tracks.
Dark demon
in a 24 ounce tin.
She lifts her kickers
tomorrow's raging
headache
is all that remains.
Murrowed gill people
on the lake shore
at backwater
Goat Rock Damn.
Without any special
dispensation
by the bog
still running from the Mob.
All these nights
of nothing
but
undercover dollars.
It was sold
down the line
awaiting my soul
looking for a number
or nookie.
Forever to prey
pray
to the gods of rock and roll.
Waiting
wait in silence
the other old man
is dying.
Good to see your poetry here, too, sir. Now all we need is some readers ...By General Zod
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