Meaningless Metaphors 2-16-2007

Hiding like thieves in the night make you look twice
Rhythms blind in the night like the three wise mice
So hot you can feel it Miami like...South Beach
Reach out and holler to the top bills and dollar
Examine like salmon swimming 'contra' currents like contraband
Against the bandwagon mudslinging white sandy politicians
Get your hands dirty building sand castles at the beaches
Latin Americans say 'beaches' confused with catty little 'bitches'
Peruvians say 'shits,' bed clothes and sheets
Cross cultural languages
Man, learning this is the shit!

Great White Hyphe, World Play no. 1

Great White Hyphe, World Play no. 1

"Hella Hyphy Hellas?!"

I fill condoms with holy water and throw them and abstinate vampires
just to watch them burn like camp fires

Salma Hayek-esque desires

You know, the little shit that inspires
Needles through knows like telephone wires
Hot like burning rubber nascar tires

Won hit one-ders expire
like misplaced avocados under umbrellas

On street corners 'hollarin' at lustfull lost Cindarellas

Come on fellas

Or is all you can say just hella hyphy hellas?!



A Hella Hyphy Avacado


~GWH/MM/TS 2007~

Sanskrit and Grits

-udated, probably around july 2007-

Left over pizza and coffee
Hungover at my computer I sit
Wondering what it would be like...
If I could write in Sanskri
But shit
I fill my mouth with buttery grits
And hope that one day my poetry blog
Might get more than six hits


Sanskrit

and

Grits




~trent simpson's meaningless metaphors~