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|
Comments about J.W. Frogg
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 ...
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