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