Edward Ogle the Tenth
by Peter Erich
Cy Twombly the saint
painting on a steam train.
Portrait of a static cheetah.
Baseball with a hand grenade
first base is a bag of cocaine.
Do drug dealers accept Visa?
I hate what I create
I can't write in quatrains.
I'm such a diva.
Friendenemy of the state
listening to 2Chainz.
Rhymes as nutritious as Velvita.
What is shaped by complaints
will never be Champaign.
You're sleeping through insomnia.
Drinking oil paint
feeling stomach pain.
Shitting out the Mona Lisa.
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Author's Note
Edward Ogle the Secret Poem
So we won’t have a baby
the pain is sustaining.
We would have named her Sophia.
You keep saying maybe
so I’ll buy a Mercedes.
Take my silence as an onomatopoeia.
I’m tired of campaigning
you know what I am saying.
I’ll just finish this tequila.
The thought of quiet is draining
I’ll care for her when she’s crying.
Its like you have amnesia.
We’ll find contentment in fading
spend a few more days vacationing,
Our home as still as a museum.
Lets order pizza.
We would have named her Sophia.
"You're sleeping through insomnia.
Drinking oil paint
feeling stomach pain.
Shitting out the Mona Lisa."
This is really good stuff but I gotta say the secret poem is amazing.