Posts Tagged ‘Alex Kohrt’

For Galstephus the Mage

Posted: November 6, 1993 in Poetry
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You dream like a king
on a throne;
you are not like the serfs
and servants of this existence.
This world doesn’t want kings and heroes;
rather, normalcy is enshrined
and page homage to with certificates of merit.
You are a nobleman
and your heritage is not acknowledged –
there is no room for the likes of you
among the jaded and the complacent;
these powers wear blinders purposefully
to destroy the talents
that could change their status quo,
that could threaten their idols of stability.
These same closed eyes cannot envision
the wondrous sights you see;
they cannot hear what runs through your mind,
the musical scales of rivers and windstorms;
they cannot feel anything anymore,
walled into courtyards, shut out from the street,
unmoving –
they cannot even dream on their thrones
where you, my lord,
belong.

Jacuzzi Poet

Posted: December 21, 1991 in Poetry
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the squiggles of the moon
in the water ‘round your feet
is how powerful you are.

when I close my eyes,
I can see Alex flying.

I said Cheeze Whiz! I said Cheeze Whiz!
ta gitchya bang in yo booty’s my bizness.
Chris catchaya lyrics, cold funk mah rhyme
‘cause all we here to do is just boogie yo behind.
get down…so whatcha gonna do
when the funkee fresh hottie’s cold clockin’ you
she’s fly, treat her right to tha wine and cheese
but lookin’ inna fridge just makes ya freeze:
no cheddar no gouda no Kraft no jack,
no swiss no sharp no time ta head out back
to tha store…ya know what time it is!
what time is it, baby? Bust tha Cheeze Whiz!
got tha can in my hand from the edge of doom,
now you’re back in tha bedroom cold bustin’ tha boom,
the door flies open, who could it be?
it’s my dad and he’s gonna ask me:
“You gots mah Cheeze Whiz, boy?”
-sample courtesy of the Blues Brothers.

[written for Monster Zero]