'I'll just take a little more bread, to honor the dead' (Grim Fandango Cosplay)

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Another Day Poetry: Beaty Fresh (special)

Well hello geezers! A new poetry slice but before a tiny prologue.

Recently I've stumbled upon the cutest musical morsel by my old comrade from uni, Demian Feriy, and this is what has inspired and fertilized my mind to create this poetry. Don't be shy and check out his other tracks on SoundCloud , enjoy the spring and eat a lot of oranges. Here we go:

Beaty Fresh

springy springs

and blooming strings

and all the things

I want to say,

stuck in a tray

since yesterday

right on my way

oh holy clowns,

my morning gown

and golden crown

I'm falling down

while feeding crows,

and crowds and crowds

upon my shroud

beating out bows

for spring to come,

a little drum,

cheers with a rum

and coke and buns

all on the board,

and clowns, and mort,

and zombie horde,

I can afford

myself a feast,

without priests

but our beasts

shall come from East

to live the spring,

and I will sing

and you will swing

around the ring

ding ding ding ding

Prosaic excerpt of the Sunday: The Train and The Deviant Allegories

The Train and The Deviant Allegories

Tired, sticky bodies. Yes bodies. Not people. This city has eaten all their humanity. They're judgemental. Everything about you is wrong. Especially the way you breathe. Three little piggies sitting in front of me, watching me falling. Whose house will I blow away first piggies? My fingers are long enough to do it with one hand. But I'm just cowardly typing and killing you on this little pixelated page. Ohmygod! Who’s that filthy smelly piggy? Is it you in the middle? I see you’re not even trying to hide the rest of your dinner that has stacked in that silly plump mouth of yours. Silly piggy. Look there is a black goose playing around. He has taken piggy’s place and he’s an arrogant stupid goose. You’re going to be cat food goose, - says one of piggies. But goose doesn't reply, he doesn't speak piggies’ language. Hello piggies! I got a place! Pretending here to be one of you. What does it look like? I bet you'd be happy to be skinned alive only to avoid seeing me sitting. Silly piggies. Even goose has checked me out, piggies. Silly you, goose. I'm going soon, piggies. But piggies do not understand me, they’re only underestimating me. But hey, my autograph is on all your bums. And it’s sundown. And it’s time for me to go.

I slap piggies’ bums and they are squeaking and hurrying towards the barn.

Another Day Poetry: Nowhere City

Nowhere City

I cannot live in this city any more, no.

Nothing is holding, nothing is pulling back at all,

Nothing is wishing me to stay a day,

But I keep looking for what to say.

The poisoned city with no cure,

Where everyone’s too adult, too mature,

The city with a hope for light,

But every citizen is blind.

They’re barging with their illnesses and pains,

And they don’t care if they don’t make a sense.

Heroic city with an ice-cold heart,

That’s falling into pieces with no chance to start,

A savage creature, last one of its type,

It’s giving up, it’s withering without fight.

And hateful empathy is growing very fast,

Or it’s just an offended child from the past?

Demanding an apology from everyone,

Who’s from the city or another town.

The city has corrupted guts and minds,

 And offered nothing in reply,

The city of contrasts, someone said,

But speaking true it means from worst to simply bad.

A word ‘majo’r’ means rich and wealthy,

(They don’t like keeping words too healthy),

But at the same time words mean everything for them,

Pronounce it loud and clearly all they can.

And then ignoring everything that breathes,

Is there still someone who doesn't want to leave?

To run away, escape, be rescued by the Red Cross army,

And let it burn in blue-blue flame, but now, without me.

The people are cursed by ‘indifference spell’,

And I cannot feel the way I felt,

Perhaps I’ll long one day for that,

That city and its people in their silly hats,

Perhaps I will forget it all,

The long hard way from hole to hole.