11:10am

[heslopian]

I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.

Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.

[srijantje]

as ever...thanks

[snilloc]

As I am new here am I to assume that we get regular thoughts from you.

[heslopian]

This is just another place I share my poems so they don't go unseen, like my body I seem to be the only person who still posts poems left...

[snilloc]

YES A Challenge….

We are talking our own or ones we have heard ??

[heslopian]

Poems? Our own.

[snilloc]

My first go ever dont take it wrong


Heslopain, heslopain do you hear it in the rain

Do you hear it around the drain

Do you hear it near a train

Heslopain, heslopain I hope you fear no flipping pain

Because in the rain and round the drain you’re goanna get hit by that bloomin train

[Mark]

Snilloc, you are a madman . . .

[srijantje]

there once was a madman called snilloc
who asked to get one up the buttock
Jack was ready to comply
although i wouldn't know why
the thing stank like a well matured haddock

[Mark]

I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.

Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.

Such an interesting piece, Jack. I got a little lost on the last line, but sonically and in the impression it gives, I love it.

Thanks for sharing, man. Keep it up.