Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Lead character  Tommy Thumbs Dicksell

A cop on the beat in New York city

He wrecks cars, kills, maims, destroys, causes accidents to happen, creates mass riots by shutting down the cities electrical grid

In a back alley at the end of the story he's killed by a black midget in an afro (a hair style that is taller than his whole body)

The midget shoves the gun into his balls and fires six times.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                         I Love you baby
The first time I saw you I couldn't believe my eyes
                     You are so beautiful
                I'd follow you to my death
            Rush the boulevard to get to you.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

She looks rather a nice person

Unlike their leaders

Unlike those who think they should lead

Unlike the leader who follows the polls

It's rather a silly situation

Those who should lead, should not want.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Come down to the farm and meet me on the storm

On the plate it will greet the most treasured meat

Though one is missed one woman does fit on this here farm

I want to hug my grandmother but I am traveling away from humanity

I shift my spade through the sod and look in wonder at the sheer black earth amazing

They could not have picked a better place, than to pull the rocks, the stumps, and the prairie away

It is destiny that the prairie dies and that farming doesn't pay

I walk off into the field till everything is an invisible speck and I am alone

This loneness is complete on this barren spot yet the sky is always a high promise of beauty

Is this life yet to be or do I turn and face the crowd

The field is spring bare and I am the only weed

I enjoy running the bare path to the rivers edge to dunk my sore body in relief in the wet sand

And on the island there are footprints amid the coral bank

Our streets are not gold but pavement and we earn profit from toil 

We turn into the forest with great thanks and find the bells and blood root awake

A pie and spaghetti dinner sit on the table among eighteen others, eating is a part of the farm

Mowing around the spruces, jousting on the Deers, pulling out the nests, shooting at the vents on the hog house

I tried to find the fox but he was gone and I did miss, the children played on

The fox caught by bullets and to think he giggled and drank the cup of blood and sat on a treasure trove of chicken feathers

I go to where the wild plums grow, the flowers smell like a hundred perfume counters

Iowa is bare earth till the corn grows up again

In Spring there is a special glow that flares from the grass

The swing sways in the wind with the chain swinging wildly and the pipes chime.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas  

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Every Sunday of his life he went to church and life is sweet

Every day he shuffled his way to the same cafe for lunch and life is sweet

He and his wife never had a child and life is sweet

He started out as a bell hop and became a banker and life is sweet

One day he fell and broke his leg and life is sweet

He was interred into an old folks home and life is sweet

His wife died and had friends who cared and life is sweet

He lost the use of his legs and life is sweet

He lost his ears and eyes and life is sweet

His body became stone, drug ridden and life is sweet

Maltreatment in the home eats away at his body and life is sweet

Operation 1, 2 and 3 and life is sweet

At the hospital he was hooked up to machines and lived to 103 and life is sweet.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Troy Richard Thomas

There once was a frog that sang sweetly in the garden of delights

A beautiful miss strolled along the lotus pond where mermen jealously eyed her

The songs the frog sang were each new, and each better

But each day as she neared the shy frog stopped his throaty singing

The girl was puzzled and she asked merman Matisse to catch her the frog

And merman Matisse knew exactly which frog to procure for the lady

All a frog is, is a tongue , stomach, and legs

Matisse handed her the frog and asked if she would like to eat it

"Oh dear no", she said , I couldn't think of such a thing for this frog

She opened her hand and the frog looked strong, stout, and quite silly

{Lady} Dear frog, why don't you sing for me

{Frog} I sing to the water, which is my maker, greater than all

{Lady}Won't you sing for me frog, I need a song that I can hold on to

A tear stroked the frogs loneliness 

{Frog} I will sing for you on the morrow in the full bright moon my lady

And the frog jumped with speed and plunged into the water

She plunged her hand into the water and said she would be pleased

In sweet darkness the lady came and sat beside the pond

The moon gave a wink and the frog started to sing

It was a love ballad the frog sang with tragedy and romance in his voice

The frogs beautiful song moved her to tears

The frog swam to her and crawled onto a lily pad

{Lady} Was that from your heart?

{Frog} It was my heart, I love you my lady

{Lady} That is but infatuation and besides you don't even know my person

{Frog} You are my fate

{Lady} Many times fate can betray you

{Frog} Is true my lady, I shall sadly go back, but I plead you go with me

{Lady} As I walk away you should know that I am to be married to a two legged wallet

The frog spun in the glass drain below

And ended with his cooked legs on Matisse's fork.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                 It aint Love, it's Money Honey.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Imagine what a place this could be

If all the seeds I've sowed were to come up

The splendor of the grass and all the flowers within the cup

Sit in the garden with the birds and the bees and watch all of the life rejoice.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Business interests

Caribbean cheap labor

20 years American marine rule in Haiti

In interests of war

The bland faces of communism

The Haiti people elect a man to bring them out of poverty

The Haitian military rules

All players are dirty

Hands tied with barbed wire

Dead bodies strewn across the beaches

Haitians cross the ocean in unseaworthy vessels

Here rules the rifle, as it does here

There is nothing that we can do

America stands for freedom

The American government secretly backs military rule

Haitians are finger printed upon return

Haiti is business as usual, Slave eats Slave

Currently Republican George Bush is president.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

The conservative ideal of no brains, no balls

The talking head on tray cart wheels

Give the right parties, kiss the right ass, brown nose, and move up the corporate ladder

The hierarchy wants you to slobber on their robes, or fear them, or suffer under their rule

Go to all the right little schools and, play all the games and, you can be a smart little prick

Alivia stands behind the throne

The Republicans might be called "Authoritarians"

The Democrats might be called considerate scumbags with a conscience

The cups are half full these days

It's all lies and advertising, you are being controlled and, herded into a box.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist
Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                               The road

What is there left to say, but that we have finished the road

We have ruined everything

We the people are not long for this world

It is but a guess to our time of expiration

A human scape is not worth living in

Go where you will

I'll see you in the darkness of the spaceship that is fleeing earth.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Geronimo painting

Of war and life he was one of the greatest Americans

In the painting the turtle is the being, the super animal inside the human

The frog on top of the head means nature, survival, and the similarities to the facial expressions and spirit

The bird on the left is nature and is part of the gun butt

The bird on the right represents nature

Blood red tears flow from the eye

The are in the right hand corner is fill

The clouds represent beauty, violence, and freedom

Blue field on left is sky or fill

On top of blue field is color break and not glasses as suggested by my Father

Light blue waves of chin, the hidden meaning of water or river

The bullet played an important part in Geronimos life and represents part of his knee

Circular life both sides of head comes from the painter Gauguin

Inter connecting circuit on left is modern world or civilization on trial.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Driving down highway (6)

This how Johnny Two Tone got his kicks

He had a hard rock in his pants for a latter day girlfriend

He read a Tijuana Bible while he drove down the road

Johnny Two Tone didn't give a fuck who he hit, just so he did it well

Two drove nude, except for an oak leaf glued to his penis

He was busted in Nebraska 22 times for indecent exposure

He was raped in jail by two Evangelical ministers

The two faggots sang hymns afterwords

Johnny Two Tone had the great ability of being able to suck on his own manly nipples and receive carrot juice

Johnny Two read the obituaries while he pointed a gun to his head

His underwear smelled of erect pillow passion

Upon leaving he torched his motel room

At a grocery store he stuffed blood red meat down his pants

Johnny broke into a new found widows home

While she was at her husbands funeral he microwaved her dog and her pussy

He took a pee in the street and was arrested

Johnny Two Tone walks into a cloning machine and over populates Iceland

He placed leeches on his knees to cure his brain disorder

Five Japanese tourists take pictures of Johnny in the park

He invited them over to his bachelor pad where he fed them cans of Alpo (they couldn't read the labels)

Johnny Two put his tounge in the electrical socket and went out and got a job at fast food restaurant

Two pimple faced kids he worked with wiped their noses on the buns and got arrested

Johnny threw a dead turtle in the deep fat fryer

He stood naked at a fat farm and was desired by blob butted girls

In Hollywood he was picked up by a porno queen who painted her nails a bright green

As sex film star he shoves his toes into a socially smart vagina

The director and photographer jacks off and gives all his films camera shake

Two shaved baboons enter the set and butt ravage a transvestite

Johnny Two Tone runs to the land of the sacred cow

Under the half eaten moon Johnny plants landmines on pastureland

Milk cows named Emma and Philips 76 bloat in the sun

Skeleton mastodons hang from a dead mans thumb

Vultures circle the white prick church full of bat shit

Johnny Two Tone grabs a spaceship and blasts off to another solar system where he torches an alien nation

The Greek god Odonius lives on

Welcome to the insane asylum, it's so nice to be here.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Little boy running with glee towards the garden of eden

You have to fight for every breath you take

Try not to shed blood if at all possible

There is no man that stands tall among us

The freak show horse has passed away and entered another universe

Beneath the river another artist passes, he died poverty stricken

She likes the failure, she is the average stain that humanity shits out every four seconds

For shame on the these thinking beings for who are they to trust

No man is lower than a politico

We cannot say we are truly here

Through ages history is lost, and the same things are fought for

The sun  grants us a long life, and greets us at our wake

Democracy for the people by the people

We deserve the government we vote for

The political machine represents us

God I wish we had a choice

For me the two party system does not satisfy.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

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

                                105 Cupcakes

The chorus teacher told me it was my turn to bring treats to class on Friday

I begged my Mother to bake 105 cupcakes for class

My Mom carefully packed them away in a box and told me that I could have two of them

Being the angelic person that I am, I helped myself to 32 cupcakes

They were the best cupcakes I've ever had, they were made with love and joy, and I enjoyed every damn one of them

As walked the four grueling miles to school with that box I started popping those cup cakes in my mouth

By the time I arrived at the school doors I had 38 cupcakes left

At my locker my girlfriend asked me if she could have one

I told her "No!" " you get your own cupcakes, these are all mine"

This a beautiful and kind girl who gave me a bite of her fudgesicle every afternoon, that and hand jobs

And blow jobs whenever I could sneak it in her mouth

Sitting in detention for five periods I whittled away at those cupcakes

The detention room was 5' x 5', painted puke green and was lit by a yellow light bulb

They would have had bars on the room but it was against fire code

They were trying to use psychology to repulse students but I always came back

Just before I walked into chorus class I ate the last of the cupcakes

They were so delicious

The chorus teacher turned to me and asked if I had anything to share with the class

I dumped the box on the floor and said, "I've got a bunch of paper stubs for you bastards to eat"

Six periods of detention, well that's no big deal

The only song I ever sang in chorus was the Batman and Robin song

The truth is I am a great singer but I am more like the Warner Brothers frog in the top hat

                                Ribbit.

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

Turn off the lights

As quiet as a mouse walk downstairs in your socks

Turn on the Christmas lights and bathe under the sparkle of the tree

Let your eyes play amid the drummer boy, the sleigh, the skater, and the sparkling icicles

Let it all play in your mind, the beauty of the lit tree city

While the flame of the stove warms your cheek

Live the dream of wonder.

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