J.W. Frogg Poems
|1.||Girl Be Knockin'||3/10/2012|
|4.||Beauty (And One Sentence By The Pot-Head Who Woke Her)||3/11/2012|
|5.||Untitled (With Name Drops)||3/11/2012|
|7.||The Dreams Of The Broken||5/13/2012|
|8.||Play In The Road With Matches (A Baby's Lullaby)||4/18/2013|
|10.||The Full Report||5/29/2013|
|13.||The Peeking Hole||8/24/2013|
|14.||Untitled (With Walls And Stuff)||5/29/2013|
|16.||Mold On My Think Stick||5/13/2012|
|17.||Zombie Sex Slave||3/15/2012|
The Holy Grail
The Holy abstinence
We are all going to places no one wants to admit...
not the Christians, not the Atheists not the Buddhas or the Jews
we all have a seed, a spawn
most of us anyway... after a certain age...
we all have fears,
most of us anyway...
why don’t I want to look back? Why cant I re-conceive?
The bitter mind of the ill-fated is fluent in disaster relief......... (read it again, you’ll get it)
longing for simpler memories
wishing for memories less blemished
no individual is without hope
no individual is without ...
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