[sic]
July 14, 2009
your faCe in the
throws
of magical attic Rooms
we hid from A
vue
hoPping things might
turn out better than the
flopPing crawling sniffling
you turned out to be
a big dissapointment to most
who knew You
so puh lease return from whence
you came from the pull down
ladder steps up to the hidden third
floor where moth and rust live on FOREVER
yike
July 13, 2009
questions
raise things
other than answers
and answering
with more questions
is
rude(ruder)uder-ude
whatever they say
life just ain’t what it used to be
when your beer gets cold
cars move a little too slow
and you can’t run worth beans
when your beer gets cold
your brats lose their flavor
your wallet feels light and empty
your friends all blame you for their farts
when your beer gets cold gets cold gets cold
when your beer
gets cold
gets cold
lack of delcious happiness horrors
July 10, 2009
horror is not a too-white kid in a hallway
nor a man outside your bathtub with a knife
no
true horror comes
in stores of grocer
on shelves
empty of donuts
this is not a sexual reference
July 9, 2009
they wrapped it up and stuffed my insides like a burrito
layering tortillas then chicken
(dark meat)
and pounds of black beans
before the barbecue sauce around my midsection
topping it off with cool silantro
(you can never have too much)
they layered in some sour cream before my esophogas then reached down
(below my belt)
and pulled the tortilla up around my ears then back down again and i
would be a lot more comfortable
if you’d unwrap my foil shell
and devour me
poetry – an etymology in short form
July 8, 2009
i could prose your love but
sexier i would find it shoulds’t it be versed
instead
not quite a haiku
July 7, 2009
beer completes the
perfect atmosphere warped
large moon while driving
home filled night
.
July 6, 2009
cant do what you cant do unless
you’re powered by something bigger
than a claimed 9.5 hour battery life
which keeps going and going and going
until 9.51 hours at which point you will
die perfectly without lasting even a second
longer than you’re measured to do that’s what
you’re like when you try to do what you cant
do
stick to what you’re good at
the way my lips touch the ground on return home
should feel better than this but carpet
blocks the soil from beneath me and i
lack the wherewithal to again bend to my
knees and kiss the dirt beneath my feet
when i finally reach the red soil of my motherland
here the wind blows harder
than you might remember
though you’ve probably never come
and here the people are meaner
than you might expect from such
kind faces
and so i’m tempted to bend my knees
and press again my lips to the ground
and screw the dirt that grits between my teeth
against all odds
July 1, 2009
given the recent turn for the better
in the lottery
i’ll try my hand at death soon
Can you believe this country?
June 29, 2009
no matter how i try i can’t
get over the sun i can’t
grasp this crispy air i can’t
pass by a shadow without awe i can’t
digest the portion size i can’t
while seated on clean grass i can’t
i can’t i can’t i can’t i can’t
and i’m loving every minute
Dont stop
June 27, 2009
when the french come
tell them I’m gone
er
tell them anything they’re french
(and for some reason in this country
french racism just isn’t)
when they come just tell them
i left
er
tell them the truth. they’re french
loose
like the sugar on a perfectly
powdered donut
and of a similar consistency
you look less delicious
coming out
than you did going in
you and your hairdo
June 24, 2009
you gave it rhythm
to make the pain
bearable (or more)
but cher
(though technically music)
doesn’t fulfill
the drug dependance
like need
you have for
emo
(a genre named after
a word which we use
to mock the weaker sex)
burn burn burn
June 22, 2009
these feelings
of things crawling
on me fighting
the burn of
sunlighting on me
smells just like aloe
a moist awkward fellow
people refuse to be
looking at me
