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...
I'm back in here again... I've been here before you see.
The house seems cold this time, not warm and soft like before. There are no friends to count out and there are no women to spy. Sweet Virginia isn't home and she's not knocking at the door.
All the houses on this block seem empty and even the ghosts no longer linger. Strange for this time of year.
The trees are moving in rythm with a breeze that I can't feel and my hair grows too heavy for my eyes. Something is not right, something seem