Sneal Preview: Nine Poems by John W. Allen

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Part of a new section of the Poems and Songs of John W. Allen.

Hopefully this will be on the new MJ shroom World SIte.

Recently, last week, Nexus, owner of the Mj site accidently deleted the cache folder of the CUte FTP transfer progeram, losing 11,000 images and all pages.  Although the site is up, no new data can be sent becasue the cache is gone.

So for now, a few poems left. The site will explain all about the poems and songs.

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THE HOUSE ON THE CLIFF (circa 1957-1959)
There once was a house on a cliff,
But some people say it was a myth,
But if it were true,
If it were really true,
Would there be a house on the cliff.



CROSS-EYED POPE (Circa 1968)
Wee pious, Pope Pius
He Pee'd in his pants,
He opened his vest-pers,
Pulled out his torch,
Pulled on his cords,
and yanked out his tie,
and pissed his pants,
and Started to Cry.



THE BATH WHICH FEEDS(circa Oct-Nov 1967)
The bath which feeds,
Upon then bleeds,
The blood that bled,
As she rested her head,
Upon her bed,
And bled till she was dead.

Okay, I wrote the above "Bath Which Feeds" poem while under the influence of Hashish while I lived in the Haight-Ashbury. Year later in the summer of 1971 while in Chicago, I communed on a football shaped tablet of mescaline with my wife and read the poem and began to wonder what the hell ai was thinking of. After a few puffs of Colombian while on the mescaline tabs, I came up with the meaning of what the poem meant when I read it back to everyone visiting me on that particular day.
And so here the translation of the above poem to reason.

(Circa 1971)
Oh Mighty Bed,
Where I got Head,
The Night I Puncture her Maidenhead.
In Scarlett Tissues,
Of Crimson and Red,
The Blood ran Red,
from the Blood that she Bled



Purple Velvet Nipples (Circa 1974)
She had Purple Velvet Nipples,
which glistened in the dark,
And she would scream "Ouch,"
Whenever I would bite her Purple Velvet Nipples,
As they glistened in the dark.



CURLING IRON(Circa 1968, on pot)
She sits upon her little wicker rocking chair,
As I watch a curling iron curl my grandma's hair,
While little puffs of smoke,
Go puff puff in the air,
And all at once my Grand-mama she isn't there.



PINK PENQUINS (Circa 1976)
Pink Penquins Plucked a Plank of Phlem,
Purple were there ways.
Flanked by Massive passiveness,
Numbered were their days.
Lightening lit the luminous sky,
Luxurious Lavishly Flashing,
Flitting a float on O'rian's Boat,
Pretty Pinkies Picked Pike a Note.
Pirates Passionly Pressed their poems,
Promisingly Passive roles,
Playing for Pennies and Cones from their Pines,
Frolicking Frugally,
Precious Sublime,
A Glorious Gathering,
Tentively Swelvt,
Garnished in Goiters,
And Flattened to Melt.
A Liquid of Penquins,
Proudishly Played,
Up on a Penthouse,
Tripping on Acid,
While down in the Shade.



ACID ROCK (Circa 1978)
Dance Slime,
Wet Sweat,
Prance Dance,
Hot Trot,
Sweaty Sock,

COMMENTS: I was on Acid on this trip in a club in Eugene, Oregon and It was so Hot. Let me tell you how hot it was.
"I was so wet with sweat in a hot smoke-filled room with drunks and music and massive cigarette smoke that my socks were sinking into my shoes from my feet and eventually they sunk into the deepest pits at the bottom of my soul.
That is what I felt."


Candy(Circa 1984)
You might think I'm Kinda cute,
And you might think I'm Funny,
But I have to buy some Candy,
For my Sugar who'se a honey.


SUGAR(Circa 1984)
Rain Rain you make me lame,
When you drop on me.
Cos I am Sugar, Can't you see.
When I get wet,
I melt a little bit,
Cos I'm Sugar, Can't you see,
Oh My goodness you dropped on me,
And now I am melting, A little bit.