Poems By: "gracie jones"
It's Miller Time....
With the way things are in the retena of our sun...I am surprised no being has crossed over to our side of the galaxy. With the sky always that bold crimson colour, I wonder if the stars will ever shine again. Must have been that storm of 97' where cows and cars alike found solice in the skies, comforted by the soft gentle clouds moving through time faster than any lunch hour I've had in highschool. Pledge used to work in these situations, but I now find myself cleaning the same mess over and over again. My hands are looking old. I guess it is safe to say that whatever moon or planet I see in my dreams is only a fig newton of my imagination.Resume life.
"Ode To Lonliness....or not...."
Written: December 6th 1994
Hello. I am an evil maiden from a place I cannot recall. Some say that my deeds are too cunning for even a poor bum in the streets of New York..at this time the sky cries tears of bliss due to my eventful past, in which I am to say I am proud of it. Many lovers and many foes...I must say I have lived my life fully and I feel as though the room is getting crowded and I cannot breathe in this smoggy memory anymore.
Keep me in mind when the heavens begin to descend to the earth's core and all that is known will melt into my swelling brain. Of all lost words and spoken songs, mine are truely the most immaculate...for the sun will set and rise no more and we will all die of lack of light and our flesh will be eaten by impure creatures of the night...so hold on tight...for all that is left is right...sleep tight and wake me for my morning homicide as I run down the hill and beat my friends with stiff dead worms....
Uniquely Blind
Written: Feb 10th 1995
Presence deep
Wide space
Velvet inside
Blackened graves
Spoken immortal
I am me
You are imaginary
Take the moon
Hide it well
Forever lost
I am hell