Friday, September 26, 2025

Radomir Vojtech Luza

Cry, cry, cry


Tears orange like peach pie

Flowing down my cheeks

Like upside down tributaries


Weep, weep, weep

Fear quite steep

Frozen at my knees


Sob, sob, sob

Charlie Kirk deserved so much better

Jimmy Kimmel so much worse


 Bob, bob, bob

ABC late night talk show host dark and dastardly in licorice black suit for 23 years

Tinseltown clown


Weave, weave, weave

31-year-old Right wing political activist

Not perfect but lived according to spiritual and religious creeds


Cry, cry, cry

Coal-colored Hearse

Soaring in the cobalt sky


My, my, my

Angels walking the interstate late

Drinking nectar of Bonnie Raitt


Rye, rye, rye

Genius never dying

Flexing and flying


Why, why, why

This country one bullet

Shy of political suicide


Lie, lie, lie

Unless Americans drink from the same

Freedom and Democracy will be a lost game 




Tears and Toys


Pain leads to rain

Suffering same

Power brand new insane

Death old last name


God a smooth lane

Never lost in

Poisonous bane

Transparent refrain


Hands drowning

In stars

Cars and

Corrupt bars


Please Los Angeles

Lose yourself in fears

Not gears

Broken years


Time has seen

Dirty jeans

Barbaric means

Filthy greens

Licorice scenes


City of Angels

Protect me

Guide me

Sustain me

Forgive me


In my hour of bleed

Moment of greed

Second of need

Down minute of seed




Floating Fairly


Inside outside

Outside inside

Up down

Down up

All around


Scarlet Spine

Magenta mine

Crimson Rhine

Sweating crime

Sipping wine

Licking time


Sucking nine

Ripping Lime

Daunting shine

Nursing children's rhyme

Black bear slime

On a single dime


Lizard climb

Gerbil's fine

Neon grime

Alaskan mime

For Anchorage

I pine


Like a lost vine

Underneath over

Meditating below

Contemplating beneath

Mesmerized by truth

Destroyed by hate


On a lunch plate

Gone too late

Wrapped in scotch tape

Chimpanzee on

Frozen sea

Molesting me


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