King of France

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  “King of France” By Radley Horwitz February 12, 2011 Cocaine meat train Razor blade pants Shithead assface King of France FIN.

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Mick Jagger

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“Mick Jagger Odyssey” By Radley Horwitz February 15, 2011 Mick Jagger Odyssey Voban chunks Tom Cruise super-fly Atomic Monks Superfly Molasses  Ginger bread Malarkey Take my keys I can’t parallel park-ee  ...

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Razor Blade

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“Razorblade Cheesecake Kangaroo” February 16, 2011 By Radley Horwitz Her name was Razorblade Cheesecake Kangaroo. In her pocket she always carried a bucket of stew! What it was for, nobody knew! First it turned green, Then it turned blue! She decided it was time for some new, Fresher stew! When she was asked what it was for, She would reply “It isn’t for you!” She always got mad because the other kids made fun of her. “What kind of name is that, Razorblade Cheesecake Kangaroo”? They would taunt “It’s the only name I have,” She would reply. “And besides,” said Razorblade Cheesecake Kangaroo, “What kind of name is ‘Amy’, anyway?” Quothe the hastily-named Amy: “Forgive me, Razorblade Cheesecake Kangaroo, I know not what I do!”...

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Poor Luigi

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(MUST be read with loud, Italian accent):   Poor Luigi! He never hurta no one. FIN.

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Hello Drugs

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A new Poem by Radley: “Hello Drugs” By Radley Horwitz December 31, 2011 The Sun is out. So, I am not! FIN.

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Rap

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“Rap” By Radley Horwitz 3/5/11     Rap. Rhymes with crap. Yo.

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Devilled Eggs

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(Insipired by TRUE events!) “Devilled Eggs” By Radley Horwitz February 12, 2011 Devilled eggs Be steady, my legs Massive tremblor Ovular offender Wacky String Pornographic i-ching Hydraulic nose job Catatonic trip Massive seat trays On John Denver Airways Tree frog tap dance Mellaluca Train Moonwalk Bopeep House of Pain Pornographic Flashdrives Of the Ku Klux Clan Ichabod Cochese Headless Horse.  Man....

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Oliver Cromwell

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One day, on the Internet, I was trying to look up Oliver Reed and accidentally looked up Oliver Cromwell, who we may remember from back in 5th grade, was “kilt” more than once.  Dug up.  “Kilt” some more.  Some guys kicked his carcass around like hundreds of years later and yanked his head off and it has literally “floated around” in sick collections of weird shit that some monks were holding somewhere. I don’t mean to sound xenophobic. Anyway, here is the poem that my random “Wikipedia Moment” inspired in me: “Oliver Cromwell” By Radley Horwitz February 16, 2011 Cocaine brain Pork loin gravy train Tap dancing sweet breads flaming shish kabob laser brain middle ages angry mob...

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Laugh yourself Dead

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The last line of this one is too be shrieked aloud when you read it with the accent from the guy at the end of “Taxi Driver” when DeNiro blasts part of his hand off. The guy chases DeNiro down the hall, screaming “Ah keeeel you!  Ah keeeel you!” and beating him with his bloody nub! I always used to fuck around with my friends in the old days who had a video game system.  If we were playing 2 player, I would just chase the other character around screaming “ah keeeel youuu!” with his crazy accent from the movie… This is a lengthy explanation, but it could also explain why I may the the only one who may actually laugh reading it.  I can deal with that.       Laugh yourself Dead By Radley 2/18/11     Laugh yourself Dead On your head In your bed I busta you head Poor Giuseppe, Ah keel you! FIN....

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Poetry Influx

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I was in Asheville, NC when I was suddenly “seized” with inspiration… as Chairman Clench used to say!   Poetry Influx By Radley Horwitz 2/22/11     Poetry Influx! Coppola Redux! Is it the elevation? Is it the speed? To rhyme and ramble, I have the need! Crazy things come into my head I write them down, my pens are bled! Without a rhyme I can’t think one bit Dennis Hopper  must have laced my shit. FIN.  ...

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