The Collected Works of Evan_Mann. Look'ee here, I'm a pissy artist!

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Evan_Mann

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I would like to thank GoatBoy, the Flim-Flam-Man and invertabrates everywhere for making this all possible.



UNTITLED #1
high wall and meat place in yard with soup.

walk in read with dog and me when i find the laugh?

chickens know best.

does you?

a place of paint rods in flower skin.

over grass hands you find me in.

rickets!
jellyfish!

and my older can of trucks in sauce. my sauce.

stale cheese and red silk in my head.

your head.

see?



UNTITLED #2
when cage jolt go on farmer's tan
can rum and cola drive your van?

no lock on barbs or cheese in ice
bottled sundaes with crackers nice!

fist red in drip of her new lies
rub grout and paint your tender thighs

no cream of cat on mountain shore!
no goober pants to wipe the floor!

cuplets, strumpets, trumpets too
all around I just find you...


UNTITLED #3
You thought the last of me was seen!
Clotted cream and mother's milk
Is on the table drenched in silk.

When dogs attack the helpless fleas
I can not scratch my father's knee.

Why does the blood lamb bite it's tail?
Is it to make the sail boats sail?

Does it not know (and Mary too)
That all the hooves will turn to glue?

Is Mommy fat because she eats
Or is it the evil of the beets

That come at night to kill us all
Because we can not catch a ball?

I go to pick the furry fruit
And find a girl to clean the suit

That I must burn to see my grave.
(It's not a hole, it's just a cave)

It's nice to see a friendly face
Although I blush at your disgrace.


UNTITLED #4
And why is it you'd treat me thus?
Did I offend or hurt?
That net will bind, my hair will muss
And I'll fall to the dirt.

Are all your guests bound and captured
Just for dropping in?
Did my verse sound so perverse
That you'd thought I'd sinned?

Just for that, I shall say this:
Rumble, Tumble, Toss
Flim Flam Man and Garbage Cat
Stale pickles for the boss.

Willie's six and killed a man.
Mary's over there
Looking for the Goat Boy's den
And polishing her hair.

My eye! My eye! You stab at me
With withered words of white
Spattered taters and olive rinds
I shall be lonely, but not tonight.


UNTITLED #5
I see! I see! So I'm a clown!
Or P'rhaps a beast to show.
You shall poke at me with sticks and prods
And throw me in the snow.

You'll lock the barn doors and shut the light,
You'll throw me hay sometimes.
You'll invite you friends to scoff and stare,
You'll listen to my rhymes.

You'll laugh and giggle, you'll poke some fun
You'll keep me in my cage
To stew upon my plight and fears
And create some secret rage.

And Someday I'll bust out of your
Prison and I shall run.
I'll go quite far and travel long
And then settle in the sun.

When at last I'm set and safe
And recovered from my strife,
I'll find the courage and the guts
To ask Goat Boy to be my wife.

We'll have Goat Kids and a Goaty house
And we'll go to Goat-Like plays.
We'll eat Goat food and drink Goat's milk
And laugh at our Goaty ways.

Then, at last, at the end of my years
When my final breath is heared,
I'll look deep into my wife's Goat eyes
And say these wisened words...

Mad Rats and Cats and Old men's hats!
Find the grapefruit's ball!
Hit the duck with a pail of muck,
Shop for blubber at the mall.

Always tell the truth to mice
For they know the righteous ways
To catch the thief of pilaf rice
And predict the final days.

Beware of Cows, the Devil's Fruit!
Beware of Kids named Mike.
Beware of lollipops of soot
No matter what you like.

And then, my life will slip away, and Goat Boy will be alone.
For all the children have gone away, moving from the home.
Maybe then, you'll come to town and catch yourself a Goat.
Maybe you'll lock it in a cage, or better yet, use rope.

UNTITLED #6
Toodle Boodle, that's my poodle
Dining over there.

Toodle Boodle, that's my poodle
With the snow-white hair.

Toodle Boodle, he's a poodle
In case you did not know.

Toodle Boodle, I said poodle
And tomorrow he will grow.

Toodle Boodle, MAGIC POODLE
Filled with hate and bile.

Toodle Boodle, SATAN'S poodle
Teeth sharpened with a file.

Toodle Boodle, Mystic Poodle
The future he has seen.

Toodle Boodle, frightening poodle
He knows where you have been.

Toodle Boodle, long gone poodle
He died just today.

Toodle Boodle, rotting poodle
No more shall he play.



UNTITLED #6, Part Two
Toodle Boodle, risen poodle!
He's back from the grave!

Toodle Boodle, zombie poodle!
He'll force you to be his slave.

Toodle Boodle, brutal poodle!
Eating brains and eyes.

Toodle Boodle, undead poodle!
Covered in worms and flies.

Toodle Boodle, unholy poodle!
Stop him you can not.

Toodle Boodle, never-ending poodle!
Even when he's shot!


UNTITLED #7
"Timmy, did you see the moon man?"

"Timmy? What's wrong? Why won't you answer me?"

"Timmy, what are you doing? Why won't you say something?"

"No! No! Stop it!"

"Put that down, Timmy! Put it down now! This is your mother speaking Timmy, and I said..."

"No! Timmy! No! My God, your eyes! Timmy, what's...What's wrong with...No! Noooooo!"

"Timmy, don't make me use this! Timmy please, this is mommy. Please Timmy, no. Don't do it. Don's do it! NO! DON'T! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!..."





...And now, just for you, a special bonus poem found only in this thread!

THE BALLAD OF THE JELLYFISH
*squish*


Thank you! I love you all! Goddnight!
 
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