J.W. Frogg Poems
|1.||The Dreams Of The Broken||5/13/2012|
|2.||Play In The Road With Matches (A Baby's Lullaby)||4/18/2013|
|4.||The Full Report||5/29/2013|
|6.||The Peeking Hole||8/24/2013|
|7.||Untitled (With Walls And Stuff)||5/29/2013|
|9.||Girl Be Knockin'||3/10/2012|
|12.||Beauty (And One Sentence By The Pot-Head Who Woke Her)||3/11/2012|
|17.||Mold On My Think Stick||5/13/2012|
|18.||Zombie Sex Slave||3/15/2012|
Zombie Sex Slave
This is my zombie sex slave...
She never again needs to shave...
Someone sees me after the veil has closed...
But, she is not quite the same and her body feels froze...
No Holy Water please...
It only weakens her knees...
We are living with this night time adventure...
Hoping God will turn this undead friend of mine into my...
Sit in this Circle
Hunch over and lean in close, breathing in everyone else's exhale
Squat down for a spell... or your life
Turn your back on all who'll refuse this space we fill
In here you will not be judged, not for the things that the others worry about
You'll never have to explain why you spent your life standing still
You'll never have to explain why you never captured the treasures on the hill
You may have to explain where you've been, or why it's been so long
But, this is only be