4-23-15

A Poem is a Poem is a Poem

Gerdy Stein taught me that.
Except sometimes poems
aren't poems. They can be
leaves, or syrup, or a computer
chip, or an old newspaper,
or a calendar, or a poker chip,
or actually a prose piece FOLLOW
DIRECTIONS NEXT TIME.

4-22-15

I'm Watching Deep Blue Sea Right Now

That was incredible,
word travels fast about the
future. Beneath its glassy surface,
Seth Green lurks.

I am the shark whisperer. Fear me,
I am become death.

Trust in me, trust in my shark
whispering. I can't seem to remember
the word for "OHgodOHgod don't kill
me," but that's irrelevant.

This movie has LL Cool J in it.

4-21-15

Oh The Songs You'd Sing

It is a known fact that eating
pretzels can lead to a dry mouth,
a gasp, a glass of water.

It is a known fact that drinking
a glass of water can lead to another
glass, the desire to piss.

Pissing, it is a known fact,
can lead to overhearing conversations
better left unheard.

Hearing conversations better left unheard,
known fact that it is, can lead the desire
for vengeance.

The desire for known facts, it is vengeance,
can lead to introspective thoughts and
tears.

Don't cry.

Switch to DirecTV

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4-20

Weed Culture

Weed joke
Weed weed wee weed

Look at me with my counterculture

Loooooooook

4-19-15

Baby Baby Baby

Purple and blue, green and
white: the colors of pill bottles
and tomorrow.

Kick into gear and look at the stars.
Remember the reasons why
we leave, the reasons why we
remember. Let us remember.

Let us forget. 

4-19-15

A Great American Story

Man watches TV.
Man meets love of his life.
Man changes channel.

4-16-15

Yeah yah ahaaaaa



yeeah heah yeah
yeah yeah uh uh
uh ymmmmm umm
um um um
yu youaaaaa yahahhhhhhhh

4-15-15 (FEATURED POET: BRITTANY MEANS)

Trying out something new. GUEST POETS!
In Brittany's own words, this is a "dumb poem I wrote about making whoopie."

Querer

 

Arch up and roll.

 

It’s two parts lighting

and as many parts touch

as the two parts call for.

 

Sounds caught turn into warm

to stick, peach body, home.

Sweet clock-stop, sweet thumb-neck, sweet lips-jaw

to

hands on books

on

back

on

ethereal planes.

 

Trapeze mouth drop, and I

snap down

the middle.

I twist mid-air.

I’m up, and you’re up, and we’re, we are, spinning.

 

Pool.

4-14-15

Poem Entitled: Poem

There once was a poem from
Nantucket, who couldn't think
of a good rhyme.

WAIT BUCKET.

When the poem runs out of
things to say, it ends, or at least
it should. What can I say,

I'm a sucker for a good
multivitamin

You've almost convinced me
that I'm more than just
touch and mercy.


When I update, I mean
business, when I shower,
I let the water run down
my poem and through
my stanzas. 

4-13-15

Custard Pies (Briefly)

Roving lunatics and bands of
Tommy Bahama shirts. You're
not fooling anyone JASON.
Sorry, sometimes Imake assumptions about
people and things, but then
again, bedsheets are purple.


Well well,
we've been here before
now haven't we?
Four stories up, and a
million Creed songs to go.


Here you be. Here
you been. Can't go on?

Buy Bowflex.

4-12-15

Majestic

Would it be?
Disheveled clothes, scattered
haphazard leotards and makeshift
love. With people.
And people, who're bullfrogs
frogging their leaping bull necks,
croaked and croaked. The
night is thick with scent, of
popcorn, of potatoes scoured by
fire, and fire moist with smile.

This is the end of the endings,
when the heroes come together
and think to times far simpler,
leaving and shaping the future
like clay. An owl hunts in twilight,
grass is lazy.

4-7-15

Holy Shit

Holy fuck, jeeeeezus wowzers
WOWZERs I'm like crazy
right now. On the edge of my
seat and fuuuuuuuckkkkkk wow
I can't believe this ohmygosh
homygosh ohymyossssshhhh
this is crazy man like so crazy
wozwerssss I can't on my
god I literally cannot
eveniliterallycannoteven
right now #cray

4-6-15

In a Galaxy Far Far Away

Wisps of color bursting in the air,
leaving behind the faint impression
of machines gone bye. Don't

counsel or regret. Glass pillars
ripping through the ether.

A wormhole is there one
moment, and gone the next.

Holograms flicker and wonder
what it means to live.

4-5-15

Chocolate Rabbit

Sweet sweet, milky and
smooth. Bite crunch crunch,
damn Easter is a fine
time for candy.

Eggs poking out of bushes,
warm in the sun,
melting sugar and cocoa
on sticky fingers.

4-1-15

April Fools Bitches

My spokesperson is a right wing, one armed jelly bean.
Cotton candy flavored.
He wears a top hat and a holster, which he holds a banana in.

This angers the banana flavored jelly bean.