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 ...
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...