I gotta stop asking people if they think I'm pretty.
- I'm worried I might be an alcoholic.
-If you're an alcoholic, we're all alcoholics.
-I know, that's why I'm worried.
He laughs.
-I'm being serious.
He's looking at my tits.
-You're not an alcoholic. Don't worry.
-I know.
I say it exhaustedly and look away. But I'm not exhausted. I am very high-functioning on a hangover. Very high-functioning.
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I'm reading the dictionary again.
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I already militated once today and I might do it again. I am crazy like that.
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I understand perpetual motion.
and eager beavers
in that order
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Opportunists totally got to pick their own name.
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There is no perversion. But some things you should never do.
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the go to have from do box whale necklace clock whale motorcycle lamp teeth red and blanket perfume
them's all the words I know
why did you write that
I said that
don't don't write it don't write it
don't write it
do something about this writing
do something
stop it
I want to erase all this
ooooooooooh
stop it
erase erase erase erase erase
just erase
just erase
come on
stop writing all these notes
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it's hard to pick it apart when it's so well put together
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Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Conceit and Philosophy
I am a poet
she says
and a thousand poets smile with her
You cannot say that
he says
and her smile vanishes with his
Her heart questions him
why not
Why can I not speak of who I am
His words remind her
why not
Poets don't know what or who they are
But then who could say
I am
If to be is also not to know
That's not what I said
he thinks
You don't understand what I'm saying
But I think I do
You said
I can not say who I know I am
I'd rather you not
is all
You're just really conceited sometimes
She feels all alone
I thought
you were being philosophical
Don't be mad at me
he sighs
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
I never said that
I was
angry or that my feelings were hurt
It's so obvious
that I've
offended you and your poetry
Her mind wanders off
crickets
I do not know what poetry is
You're being absurd
Poems
The rhyme or measure of written word
I am just kidding
I know
I was being philosophical
You are a smart ass
You think
you know everything all the time
Why would you say that
she asks
I was just trying to be funny
He lightens the mood
I know
You're about to start your period
What did you just say
I said you're about to start your period
Am I hearing you
You are this way right before you start
You kind of lose it
She asks
so I lose it right before I start
Usually yes
I'm just
saying you're being sensitive
Let me get this straight
Listen
No I really want to understand
Don't be difficult
I'm not
I am just being realistic
So me being a
poet
is somehow not a reality
Oh get over it
she looks
away and wonders about true love
He takes her picture
She speaks
I don't know what else to do or say
I'm just being me
I know
So you know when I am being me
I am exhausted
Really
Because I was about to say the
same but then it
would mean
that I wasn't exhausted at all
Can we start over
I mean
it's obvious I can't win this fight
She touches her face
Okay
We are both wrong I am a poem
she says
and a thousand poets smile with her
You cannot say that
he says
and her smile vanishes with his
Her heart questions him
why not
Why can I not speak of who I am
His words remind her
why not
Poets don't know what or who they are
But then who could say
I am
If to be is also not to know
That's not what I said
he thinks
You don't understand what I'm saying
But I think I do
You said
I can not say who I know I am
I'd rather you not
is all
You're just really conceited sometimes
She feels all alone
I thought
you were being philosophical
Don't be mad at me
he sighs
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
I never said that
I was
angry or that my feelings were hurt
It's so obvious
that I've
offended you and your poetry
Her mind wanders off
crickets
I do not know what poetry is
You're being absurd
Poems
The rhyme or measure of written word
I am just kidding
I know
I was being philosophical
You are a smart ass
You think
you know everything all the time
Why would you say that
she asks
I was just trying to be funny
He lightens the mood
I know
You're about to start your period
What did you just say
I said you're about to start your period
Am I hearing you
You are this way right before you start
You kind of lose it
She asks
so I lose it right before I start
Usually yes
I'm just
saying you're being sensitive
Let me get this straight
Listen
No I really want to understand
Don't be difficult
I'm not
I am just being realistic
So me being a
poet
is somehow not a reality
Oh get over it
she looks
away and wonders about true love
He takes her picture
She speaks
I don't know what else to do or say
I'm just being me
I know
So you know when I am being me
I am exhausted
Really
Because I was about to say the
same but then it
would mean
that I wasn't exhausted at all
Can we start over
I mean
it's obvious I can't win this fight
She touches her face
Okay
We are both wrong I am a poem
Saturday, March 13, 2010
BASED UPON THE BROAD FOUNDATIONS LAID DOWN BY Noah Webster
generate is a good word
it means everything
to
bring into existence
cause to be
reproduce
procreate
produce
by a chemical process
create
by a civil or natural process
distribute
vitally and profusely
trace a figure by the motion of another
act as base for all the elements of a given set
grandeur comes to mind
is
greatness
vastness
sublimity
splendor of appearance
social distinction and display
elevation of
thought
sentiment
demeanor
gracious sounds nice
kindness
mercy
affable
polite
showing or bestowing grace
oh but grace
any excellence
characteristic attraction
endowment
natural or acquired
elegance of
action
language
beauty
embellishment
the unmerited favor and love of God toward man in Christ
divine sanctifying
regenerating
preserving influence
spiritual excellence
virtue
a brief prayer before or after meals
behaviour or demeanor
indulgence or privelage
to
adorn
honor
dignify
favor
where do we play into any of this
it means everything
to
bring into existence
cause to be
reproduce
procreate
produce
by a chemical process
create
by a civil or natural process
distribute
vitally and profusely
trace a figure by the motion of another
act as base for all the elements of a given set
grandeur comes to mind
is
greatness
vastness
sublimity
splendor of appearance
social distinction and display
elevation of
thought
sentiment
demeanor
gracious sounds nice
kindness
mercy
affable
polite
showing or bestowing grace
oh but grace
any excellence
characteristic attraction
endowment
natural or acquired
elegance of
action
language
beauty
embellishment
the unmerited favor and love of God toward man in Christ
divine sanctifying
regenerating
preserving influence
spiritual excellence
virtue
a brief prayer before or after meals
behaviour or demeanor
indulgence or privelage
to
adorn
honor
dignify
favor
where do we play into any of this
green and blind eyes
I think about being just anyone or being great
the delicate difference
and suffer and suffocate
grin and question
search for tears
broken men (who undress me with their eyes)
listless women (sighing in relief of their upturned nose)
his poverty
her wealth
the delicate indifference
of the homeless and the socialite
their seamless seperation
is the greatest tear of all
in the foundation of our culture
the impoverished have nothing to give
but in the hands of those with all of the means
there is the end
there is the end
the delicate difference
and suffer and suffocate
grin and question
search for tears
broken men (who undress me with their eyes)
listless women (sighing in relief of their upturned nose)
his poverty
her wealth
the delicate indifference
of the homeless and the socialite
their seamless seperation
is the greatest tear of all
in the foundation of our culture
the impoverished have nothing to give
but in the hands of those with all of the means
there is the end
there is the end
Friday, March 12, 2010
Neopolitan
Your body
Designed with a purpose
Movements confessing instincts
Alert but unaware
Unable to know beauty
So you come undone
Awakening a sense of self
Search for purpose
Reactionary traveler
Always in step
Without regard
And the grass dies beneath your feet
Suddenly you hurt for the grass
Instead of yourself
Feeling your own weight
Pressing upon the world
The world pressing upon you
And you change
Designed with a purpose
Movements confessing instincts
Alert but unaware
Unable to know beauty
So you come undone
Awakening a sense of self
Search for purpose
Reactionary traveler
Always in step
Without regard
And the grass dies beneath your feet
Suddenly you hurt for the grass
Instead of yourself
Feeling your own weight
Pressing upon the world
The world pressing upon you
And you change