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 ...
Girl Be Knockin'
All the girls I want to have sex with are getting older
All the lies I have lied about make this a burden with no shoulder
There is a girl knockin' at my door who says she only sleeps with black guys
I'm afraid to answer and afraid to tell her that there is something she doesn't realize
That all the girls I want to have sex with are getting older
And all this nonsense is making trouble and making me bolder