poems by Karai of Jurai
Metallic beastly birth guitar
control my jazz like the crow you are
youth brings laughter, but youth now falls
dragging doctors through the halls
howl out, your glory ball is done
but you soon reveal it was not fun
Act like a rocket and fall from the heavens
and sleep late in the day like a million Kevins
for you, my fellow, I would cleverly hide
my deadly figures of suicide
regard me, then, with your madness
your enchantment can give me only sadness
Kind robot, marching through the school
I show my flowers; I am a fool
feel my rebellion-I am a poet
I flow with your philosophy as far as I can throw it
I jump upon your jagged head
doing this will make me dead
but I hope that never will you divide
conquest with your tarnished bride
I pursue you prisoners to your jail cell
I give you truth: this is hell
I promise to spoil your poetry machine
with my errors imagined like a dream
throw them out! They are not fine
they creep through my lips like turpentine
if you dream of good poetry, this you should know
you must approach the poetry of Edgar Allan Poe.
I am but a sleepy crow
that skips around, and soon I glow
guessing, taking songs of form
magnetic as a college dorm
exiting, always I hope you well:
slither away, dog, and enter hell
Lizard fell into the pool
silly silly little fool
now there is no heaven box
for those like you who throw me rocks
boasting that your tea is strange
drop me in your wooden cage
but you touch me on the toe
let me be so I can throw
Need a happy book for me?
measly beast, can you not see
bright dirty jaguars flow about
distant as a wooden trout
leave me home, you silver bird
your jazz I did not much prefer
Robert wiggles through my cave
partially to fall on Dave
I do not chase him to the tree
he would not expect a truth at me
recent trials hold me lame
come here, Roscoe, share the blame
Legendary birds see me through the storm
watching while dreaming of many things forlorn
promise me forever you will think wistfully of me
revealing my silence was as simple as the sea
so grow into your golden form
give me beauty, make me born
if you and I have been real
I hope the love will be revealed
Solid tequila forms my brain.
every day now seems the same.
'give me vodka!' this I shout.
'go away, you drunken lout!'
'I beg you, sir, pretty please-'
'go away! You smell like cheese.'
drunkeness is a gray disease.
Distant plastic kangaroo,
suggest a truth that comes from you.
I do not slip, I do not sing,
I do not do an anything.
reply my grace with your logic
look at me, the alcoholic.
keeping ever my special foam
approach me here, my saucy home.
will you always examine me?
declare this while we offer tea.
The creepy dancer shows me his brain.
I want to turn away.
but the evil of madness turns me back. would I help the innocent bend to the snakes?
would I carry shallow death in a hat?
it dissolves my brain.
I am not sane.
'Use the yellow bread!'
I bellow it in your head.
ask me:' what? '
you are in a rut-
you need to go to bed.
'reach for the sky! '
you said in reply:
' have you guessed my only delight? '
in the light, there is no spite
but I know that you will try.
'think for yourself!
and not for myself! '
I speak in your jittery brain.
I want it to rain,
forever the same-
I dream that you think for yourself.
Hank the sad individual
once there was a sailor, Hank. He was open, and jovial. But nobody hanged with nice Hank.
partly because he never wore lipstick.
usually, Hank would hope that someone would look at him as he laughed here, in the tower.
noone did.
but... sometimes a robot, Wanda, would look at him.
Wanda looked at Hank often.
she saw him as regal.
but, robots could not love sailors. It was forbidden.
so she didn't.
the end.
The honest villain, Buster.
Alice had a lover. he was Buster.
Alice had a surly guy. He was James.
sometimes Buster would call Alice and they would dance.
yesterday James came to the dance.
truth was heard.
Alice walked out on James.
James had a lover.
he was Roscoe.
The soup asks me to eat it.
I will not.
the golden broth slithers at me.
I avoid it!
it rolls about the chair, calling me.
I charge downstairs, away from the treacherous neon creature.
the wild broth starts downstairs, wiggling like a watery elephant.
' no! ' I emerge into the street. Standing there is a policeman.
' would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow soup? '
' no,' he says. ' no I would not. '
' I didn't think so,' say I, hiding from the scary thing.
I slither like a brilliant snake,
making sense as ' Finnegan's Wake '.
laughing do I look about,
helping out the silent trout.
' run away, my darling dear! '
' run away, and have no fear! '
I listen to the giant voice;
it makes me feel I have no choice.
the kittens come and eat the fish.
this was not in my wishbone wish.
Holding keys the lizards appear. They hop me into their ultimate couch.
' no! ' I utter. ' get back! '
they begin to sing songs of yellow submarines and love.
I get away.
I have eluded the simple animals... For now.
but! songs of submarines and love? This is a feature of the beastly beetles!
no, the Beatles.
they have painted the planet with their philosophy. They must be stopped.
' hey, you! '
it is a guitar. The drums seem to call me.
I am caught.
obladi, oblada...
Happy fishy, wiggle about!
goody goody little trout!
we shall eat you, yes we shall!
me and Hank and Ivy's pal.
green tea is sensitive. I gained this knowledge last night.
I wanted tea, so I got it.
it cried.
' be quiet! ' I said to it.
it continued, making itself salty.
now I drink English tea!
The purple stuff leaves a trail on the floor.
it bursts beneath the snow bound door.
I emerge and see the blood and gore.
ask I, ' what is this bad karma for? '
says a raven,' you are a bore.
you make us snore. '
' shut up, small crow-- '
' nevermore. '
I yield to your orange plastic,
it stretch my mind like is elastic.
scary is the moment's thought,
many bubbles I was caught,
slithering silent through the snow,
I feel like a pile of dough!
often I act as if I don't know
how hard life can be when you are alone.
but whenever I see the Colorado snow,
I wish I had a friend who would telephone.
I would be happy, it would be good,
if only I had me a friend.
instead I am alone in my neighborhood,
wishing for a sudden end.
Haven't I a force, that works from within?
I do not know where I begin.
I neither know just where I end,
but I always have a smile to lend.
the recent events and those to come,
give me burdens vast and numb.
but seldom shall I turn away
and leave you lone until someday.
Around, about, into a tree,
the cockatoos race me intuitively.
they catch me, forgetting I can not fly,
and in this way I hope to die.
I am a spiritual jaguar, yearning to be free.
the dirty bureaucrats laugh at me.
soon I must not wait no more,
but burst their skulls on my hell's door.
We keep you in an ether cloud
for being real is not allowed.
it's your death if you say it's bad,
but we won't help you when you're sad.
revolutions may come and go,
but we make sure that no one knows.
The seductive apple sleeps and slithers into your philosophy. Eve looks for a reason to see. She laughs, but at a cost...
Something bad up in the sky.
Humans seeing, wondering why.
New York City, maintain your light.
Return us to your former height.
Demons despair and angels cry.
All because man learned to fly.
could I run there, I know I would.
I will take my towel and perform for food.
I wish I could run away,
for a decade and a day.
Somewhere noone else can go,
like Asteroid Arthurdent 18610.
or maybe just Boston or Tokyo.
Someday I know I must leave.
I hope noone here shall grieve.
Secret juice here in my brain,
smelling like a city rain.
what are you doing to my soul,
acting like a broken ghoul?
I admit it shows up sweet,
generating its own heat,
but what if it can have a say
in what I do every day?
then I would be most surely screwed.
so avoid me because you ain't no frood.
I request vinegar. It flows me warm,
as if it is an inner storm.
nagging like a silver scholar,
stand around to utter hollers.
stunted butterfly, think like me!
glow just like a bumblebee.
into ether I emerge.
I control my urge to purge.
situation leaden, in my blue conquest
more legendary than all the rest,
blocking me from my low career
promising me a sky not here.
somewhen lonely, I may take
gracefully gaining in the hate:
glow my hair, and I will bleed.
why should I not just be freed?
Poets gaining outer hope
no longer dangling from their ropes.
someone's charging in the broth
guessing they're a festive sloth.
I do not know what I shall do.
I yell at jesters,' divine goo! '
later the terriers said,' I wish I could gain a knowledge bonnet, as you have,' in a frozen, simultaneous flavor.
' don't follow the fishes,' I spoke. ' the languorous crow shall make you happy. '
' but what of the ether? ' shimmied the puppys.
' stay back from it! ' I handed them their metal noodles. ' sit on these. They whisper paper-like and carry oil. '
' must we walk the separation box? ' they gave me minutes of fragility. ' we are inner anesthetic, the ultimate laughter!
' I imagine it is so,' I said, dragging my bubbles of burlap upstairs.
The fatal caviar potatoes were not my input. They were certainly Robert's inquisition.
and so, it was with an unwholesome anxiety we waited for the great reptiles to dig us our shelters.
' Robert,' said I,' I shimmy as fine as you yourself, but I love it when you establish your excess. why Is that? '
' you are an assistant. Nothing really dishonest,' he said later, emerging from the radio.
' what was that? ! ' I thought.
' anybody who's anybody eats at Naomi's,' declared the sheriff.
' is that so? ' I was obviously ready to exit, but the fish promised me burlap if I didn't.
so, I questioned Naomi. She was a metallic waitress from the institution of beer.
' I don't look like an expert, do I? ' she said as she slipped tequila into my linguini.