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by damommza & sunovawot

If I only did
What I normally do
You’d have never met me
I’d have never met you

The poetry biz
Would be quite the flop
We’d use up our ideas
And eventually stop

But now we can bounce
A thought or a tale
A word or a phrase
It never gets stale

And so dear sunny
I leave it to you
To finish this tale
With a nice thought or two

change comes as it must
that none can deny
you change to keep living
or stagnate and die

and really, let’s face it
i’m willing to bet
that neither one of us
wants to die yet

where?

by sunovawot & damommza

the light comes on
and what a scare
i look for me
but i’m not there

it’s passing strange
when all you find
you’ve left but left
yourself behind

so i look for
me plainly hid
i swore i’d not
but then i did

if i’m not gone
and i’m not there
i really am
not anywhere

so off i creep
in to my bed
and on my pillow
there’s my head

shards

my mother sold her soul for lies
my father was a fool
and i learnt all a man should know
before i got to school
but you and i, we’re cognisant
that enemies are rife
so stand behind me evermore
and i will give you life

we’ll take a walk from here because
we know we shouldn’t stay
the corpses of our life before
will just get in our way
and everything that we hold dear
is right here in our hands
we have no need of fripperies
or chattels or of lands

i wish that we had both been born
with time upon our side
but even though our hearts are pure
our teachers, in truth, lied
so pardon us and we’ll depart
upon our purposed way
where shards of broken promises
cannot lead us astray

farce

pass me a new message boyo
the world is in a loop
i can’t speak for anybody
my tongue’s in the soup

sing a verse of “how’s your father”
god knows it’s a farce
take your time and do it rightly
or they will kick your arse

what’s the point of hanky panky
ask the eldest son
nothing comes to he that’s waiting
while the race is run

i will cut the cake in pieces
each one has a choice
genuflect to greater glory
but never raise your voice

words can be a curse they tell me
as the curtains rise
take my hand and take my fortune
damn your pretty eyes

share a long and silent moment
whilst i parse my words
anything a man may cling to’s
strictly for the birds

juliet and romeo are
waiting at the grave
i will turn my eyes to heaven
but still i will not shave

friends

when the baron spoke to me of mischief
the devil made him do it so they say
but i am not a man to follow gossip
so i bade him sit with me and pray

but what of prayer i think to hear you ask me
does it serve a purpose yes or no
can a man persuade the gods to linger
and chart our sacred courses as we go

it’s not a thing that i have pondered often
since all the gods i knew are surely dead
remain upon your knees if that’s what suits you
and i will take my leave and plough ahead

we sat and cursed and cursed and sat for hours
drinking of the finest wines we knew
asking no one’s leave we planned the future
not knowing if our plotting would prove true

for is it not said man must have no master
and woman should be mistress of her self
no more must any person take instruction
except it cost them heart and home and health

so all in all we spoke of this and that thing
examined what we could of what may pass
then giving no more thought to staid convention
determined we were of a better class

and thus we came at last to a decision
everybody’s life was ours to bend
never would we bow our knee to others
and always we would count each other friend

miles

there are walls built up before me
there are chains that bind me tight
there is promise in the morning
that is torn away each night
and each word i have spoken
is but another nail
in the coffin that awaits me
should i burst out of this jail
but my spirit won’t be broken
nor will my head be bowed
despite what lies before me
still i will stand proud
for no matter what the torment
this much i still know
the future’s not yet written
and i’ve miles left to go

dancing fool

your mama sings songs and your pappy hunts fish
you ain’t known a gallop ‘cept its name was gish
you shot your bolt on the 4th of july
when they caught you dancing in the hurricane’s eye
now i swear true blind that i know you well
since we fought together ‘gaint the northman’s hel
and you told me then and you’re telling me still
that if i don’t dance then my poetry will

billy dog

billy dog came to me from the mountain
claimed that he knew all there was to know
swore he’d fought in three world wars and counting
told me that he’d never let me go

but i am not so young and i have magic
curses flow from me like sweet plum wine
and many is the man who tried to claim me
i may be his but he would not be mine

and in the gardens there there grew a willow
weeping for the ones who’d gone before
those who gave their names and all their honour
lost in some forgotten nameless war

but billy dog did not seek competition
so chased the ghosts away into the dark
burnt on them a sigil of perdition
said that i would wear a matching mark

i have no fears left this much i told him
for i know fate though he does not know me
i’ve ridden with the devil on the dark hunt
and death would only set my spirit free

so do your worst or leave me to my vices
let silence fall again upon this land
there’s nothing you can do to make me love you
and i will never gentle ‘neath your hand

the sophont

i wrote a book the sophont said
to codify my knowledge
to prove that i am smarter than
those fakers up in college

they think they’re bright those college folk
with their degrees and learning
but i could beat them all hands down
the way my mind keeps churning

i know the who the what the why
and how they fit together
to calculate the ifs and buts
and to predict the whether

it doesn’t stop there the sophont spoke on
my thoughts fly faster and higher
the only thing that i can’t explain
is why i’m a terrible liar

duet for one voice

by damommza and sunovawot

While stretching this band
that sadly unites us
we pull and we pull
but the damn thing just fights us

I want to go shower
you, to read a book
I want to just sleep
you just want to cook

the only thing worse
than being attached to a twin
is when we gamble at cards
we both lose and win

the truth maybe stranger
than any fiction
but that doesn’t help
alleviate friction

so pray for the day
that someone can sever
this bond that I loathe
that binds us forever

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