Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Red red pine, Red red pine, all the time

Red red pine, watch you grow, watch you sow

Little kids playing in the cold water of Lake Superior

Women with their boobies hanging out

A sheep dog on the beach licks the sun tan lotion off my legs

Lady says she needs a few squares, they've nailed the outhouse shut

We look at shipwrecks down below as well as horny mermaids and sea monkeys

We pile the kayaks in a layer cake and melt them till they turn into gooey fun flavored bunnies

The tour boats race by, give wakes, and never see anything

A peregrine falcon hits a seagull tears him apart in front of a table of five at the Dogpatch

You do not feed the hungry, you do not feed the mean

The sand consumes the corpses, the ticks and flies eat those that cannot flee in their giant metal boxes with wheels.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
 

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Suicide machine, it's nothing but a dream in the nether world

Drinking beer at 7AM, kid says your starting a little early

The early bird catches the worm

The worm turns into a French fry and I take a bite out of it (potato and grease)

Your living the dream eating sardines, and beanie weenies

Living the dream of a hard rock bed and a serpent spinal column

They want to tape a smile on your face, it's just another day at the office

I try to make things good but sometimes mother nature just wants to kick you around some

The pop up people talk so loud, they share their lives with me

A baby faced ranger peddling rocks gets butt raped by a black bear, it's what you get for wandering in the woods

It's complicated out here, where you can come upon a camp of polish cowboys rounding up dachsunds on Grand Island

They milk them little doggies for wiener sauce.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                You have the most beautiful face

                     The most wonderful smile

The cutest button nose that a woman should have

                           You ask who I am

      I am probably nothing or something to you

             Your face and body lights the room

You shouldn't be in this drinking and feeding place

You are an angel without wings though you could fly anywhere.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

I finally meet the goat who keeps me awake at night

I have been dreaming of taking a samurai sword and beheading the goat who cries to much

He is a little skinny goat with alien eyes on the sides of his head

He is as cute as they come for a goat

He is a animal that loves and needs to be cared for

His owners are honest country folk who are living the simple life.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy richard Thomas

            There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                        Operation Mannequin

                The golden mannequin of mars

  As the beying goat gets raped on a nightly basis

A mannequin magicaly moves throughout the town of Munising

          The posing and posture always different

I and the ninja guild of the Stairway Kayaks roam the night to kidnap the mannequin

         We find her posing as a ships captain

She was a pleasant piece of wood the envy of any 2x4

Confucius say,"fuck a mannequin and you get splinters in your dick"

We forced the mannequin to talk by using a staple gun

She recited poems, and stories of Ojibway Lore to us in a sweet beautiful voice

I tied her to my kayak along with a cinder block and paddled out to Shipwreck Point and threw her overboard

She is now known as Helen, she sits near the George (shipwreck)

          Her hand sometimes seems to wave

She's the one who didn't make it in the row boat to Grand Islands shore.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                    Munising Laundromat

I'm trying to sleep at the Laundromat as my clothes go tumbling around

The ghost at the Laundromat keeps tickling my ear or it could be the cockroach

My head is spinning with coke and rum

The ghost takes a sip as it rides into his entrails and ends as a puddle on the floor

A perfect waste of a coke and rum, though it does say on the can to share it with a friend

He died like all Republicans die, friendless and alone

He put two firecrackers in his ears and blew his brains out

He's a man who covered himself in money, fancy cars, boats, and bad breath

Really bad breath, his breath smelled like cat piss on an old ladies sofa

We argued all day about money, life, and freedom till the lady cleaning the laundromat told me to get the fuck out of the laundromat

Apparently I had spilled rum on the floor and had sandals caked in sand

I am walking the beach at Miners watching a sunset as two lesbians kiss each other and fondle each others genitals

I fall face forward into a pile of Pabst

I love how the cans crinkle on my forehead

I tell the lesbians not to help me, and to continue banging

Mr. and Mrs. Skeeter arrive and they put me in a station wagon

I wake up at a Girl Scout Camp with giggling girls

I am wearing brand new underwear, and my toenails have been colored.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas