Saint Anthony (recorded beat poem)

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Open Poetry #46

Saint Anthony (recorded beat poem)

Joe Houck
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since 2001-04-23

Posts 324
california

0 posted 2010-02-01 10:44 PM

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Saint Anthony
I'll spit to you some insult
and wrap it up with flattery,
pig in a blanket process
so you can misconstrue the two.
I love you, then I hate you boo,
you decide which one is true.
Crooked smile,
twist your point of view,

haven't met a Betty with a wall
that I couldn't break through.

Feeble piggys rushing making bacon
out their belly trying to stack those bricks
But this ain't fairy tales you're shooting
water guns at a San Francisco 1906.

Problem is my particulars for the two of us
are hinged upon what's true, if you're not adequate to
the fitting of this glass shoe, then what is left but residue
of picking shades of the same color blue?

Oh, to choose between a mannequin
and a Plain Jane harlequin,
one that makes me chuckle
but the other fills a cardigan,
oh, the battle in my gray matter's mad hatter,
I can feel it start to start again.

I should do the move that's been pursued
by so much smarter men,
But I do different,
time and time and time and time again.
Sex, drugs, hip hop,
how am I supposed to find my Zen?

Juxtaposition In the lotus position?
Can't be the mission
if your mind and your body
are the main opposition.
Act of contrition I'ma sentence my intelligence
to gentlemen Jack and a pack of Marlboro's,
growing tired of this frostbite
Eskimo kissing grind stones.
Ruins lay in wake
with every ill advised liaison,
you can find bones.
Replicas of letdowns ---
with the uniqueness of clones.

Anthony, Saint Anthony,
tell me what's the algorithm,
black light through a prism,
School me with your catechism books,
your catechism looks,
Can't say that I never tried to try,

I'm pushing camels through a needles eye
just show me past the curtain and I swear to Semper Fi.

Keep flying to the sun with these gargoyle wings.
Joe Houck

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