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

The eagle soars eight feet above my head

I sit on the granite couch like buhda

I turn into a stone sculpture

The water on Sunday Lake slaps the shore

I could hear the muffled flap of wings

A companion of the first eagle flies the same route oblivious to my presence

They perch on a dead tree that stands higher than the living green

The stone mans back is breaking

The kids are beating a fish to death with a rock, crushing its skull

You caught your fish kids but what a waste of flesh, just for your entertainment

The northern pike is a beautiful fish, with alligator teeth, and filament bones throughout the flesh.

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

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

Buffalo Bill killed the West and than made a whore out of it

World wide brotherhood

I woke up in the morning and had a hard on so big I couldn't get it through the door

That bloody 10 cent whore from Bankok, a city by the cock of no other name

Wild eyed mountain boy and his silver sword

We sat by the fire and ate ranch horse and beans

The cowboys were so full of gas that they exploded and were flattened like bloody pancakes

It aint nothing miss Robin, she gives me this look I've done something wrong

The train blows the whistle as we chase it with blazing guns and dog like glee

We jump into Loco Larry's batmobile and ride off into the sunset

We planted a crop of marijuana and hid it behind a row of corn

A lion and tiger fuck in old Mrs. Farthings living room (trying to make a Liger)

Who cares about these phony baloney people

These pea brained assholes who fill their faces and display there diplomas on the wall

I love your body honey, your face, your ass, your spirit drives the skin

My Grandfather is flying to Texas on angel wings.

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

Were down in the world sitting in despair

Where can you go, what can you be

The good ship Nina picks me up and takes me for a ride around the world

I don't want to be with people who destroy and conform

Mass destruction of the mind through constant messages / words and pictures

Following the path of the fiberglass people

She screams out to the ocean ," can somebody be awakening!"

A child peering into a blue bucket on the beach with the pink shovel

Take a ride on life, sometimes it ends in peril, but play it safe and what have you gained

Playing in the long grass, it makes you giggle and laugh

The super hero wraps the bad guy on the chin

There is nothing here that makes you want to live

No Wilderness, No water, No life

In a twirl around your Father swings you

A pool of misfortune heals you

Mother hustles us across the prairie amid a stormy night

The lightning strikes and illuminates a big cat eating and dragging a hooker deeper into the darkness

The lightning starts a fire that twists and turns like a worm

We gather around the fireplace and stay warm, and eat Jiffy popcorn.

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

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

There will be pterodactyl meat on the plate tonight

Only tragedy moves the human race forward

The wall of fire, the wall of sea

Tears of blood and madness fall upon our little blue planet

We find our path through the Milky Way

You should know we are here for nothing but thrills

Our populous will be killing planets, and star systems throughout the galaxy

There are others

We come from the dragons neck, a monkey race

We will fight with flying creatures and sabertooth warriors

We shall kill all life till we are the only ones left

Shove the knife into the owl faced gods that proclaim to be our makers

Space robbers floating in the darkness

Singing hail to the humanoids.

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

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

                               George Bush
                                Dirty deals
                              No new taxes
                              Conservative
                                     Rich
                                 Godfreak
                         International affairs
                     Connections Ivy league
                                    War
                                   Bombs
                                   Power
                                  System
                             Smokestacks
                                    Oil.

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

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

                     Her eyes reach into me
                      Her lips are as clouds
        Tears of blood and madness fall away
   We are cocooned in a red and gold blanket
                              Together.

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

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

                Like a chugging "Locomotive"
                   Creativity runs the world.

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

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

I scream out for you in the rain

I sit alone under the power of the boxelder  tree with only the earth and sky

Who should you be, the forgotten soul that twisted and rolled

Dancing in the rose garden is hard to do

I know I should sail to the heart of the world

The heart is sick and decaying

Change the volcanos to meet our souls

I reach for a hand that I am sure is there

Those rojo lips of wine, taste them any time

The Winters wing falls for a fling

The bodies divine engorged fire

Living on the wishing well, I hope your fate is true to tell.

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

Poetry From The Book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

The company cuts workers and pronounces high profits

What stake does the worker have in the company anymore

Are we to labor like dogs for the few.

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

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

                                    Birth
                           Childhood, play
                                  School
                              Graduation
                               Job, work
                                   Love
                     Copulation, breeding
                      Body, decay, illness
                              Retirement
                                 Death.

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

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

                              The unloved
                             The unwashed
                        The down and dirty
                             The politician.

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

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

Simian Jones had dust thrown in his face

People spit into Simians mouth

Simian renewed himself and broke out of his suffering

He learned sixteen forms of karate in 110 days

He learned how to pee on electric fences without getting fazed

He learned how to box from a bullet bra bitch

Simian Jones had sex with kangaroos and watermelons

Simian fought through a year of hard pose yoga

Simian went to ballet classes surrounded by five year old girls

Simian Jones rose two breasts and went out and beat up his ex girlfriend

Simian Jones was shot dead in Hollywood

For strength means nothing these days

Any punk with a gun can blow you away.

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

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

The cold creeping horror of death , the stench of death in a melted toxic candy ass world of Aristocratic dreams

Touch the teeth of steel that becomes the vampires wings

Listen to Spring, it will turn your life around

Who needs the toil, the wear and tear of the human decay

You are alive, but very different

So let's kill the world beneath the toes, it only nurtured a race

People are such lovely things to step on and manipulate

You do it with golden globes of moving pictures and rhetoric

Icicles hang from your nose, coming from the nuclear winter

A new world does not come

The future is to be filled with stupidity

Both sides are nonsense, nothing makes sense like nonsense

Who needs Hercules, a few witches would do nicely

They poison the world with pollution

The literate few become food for the riparian masses

The earth is changing, turning into something that serves no master

There is no push that man cannot take

Like the roach we survive but do we prosper

We all want to live the dream life, be the good and fair

Without pain we have no life

Well what can you do but change the cocoon of thought that bereaves us

Insanity hangs on in the cities of neon and painted gold streets

For those who wait, strike your own path and wipe all impediments from the face of the earth.

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

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

                     The earth is destroyed

Politicians and hair dressers escape to live on the moon

    Palestinians and Israelis dock to join them

          Yes, peace and love for everyone.

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