Originally posted by Being Enlightened Man, you're a crusty fucker and your poetry, if you can call it that, sucks the BIG one and I hate you because you have no soul!
You can breathe--that in itself is spectacular, asshole! FUCK YOU!
headache massacre and all that and then when the itching starts go downtown and buy some ointment and do a dance with teh homeless guy in teh alley as you put that fire-needle in your happy-arm and if you begin to see blankets moving in teh stratosphere you had better get ome to your lovely-lovely bottle of redwine and drinkdrinkdrink so all the spacemen call your name out in space inside their space suits and you can hear them screaming your name in pain and orgasm and then you fall asleep with a great joy welling up inside you and you begin to think about philosophy.
last night i opened my eyes and saw a blue figure standing over me and that figure said many things but i didn't think it was talking to me so i didn't listen very closely and now i can't remember anything it said but i think it went something like:
had a subway train
up the mountainside
it runs in the dark
when i need to see my friends
i travel
to teh drug-store
find some drugs
and wine
and we go toward the back
the room is cool
and the weather is warm
if only you didn't clap so loud
hurts my eardrums with teh drumdrumdrumming and the poundpoundpounding and all the traveling back in time and having the brainwaves fucked with and all splattered in different angles and motions and where the hell am i and where the fuck are you and which way is teh donut shop because i fucking need a goddamn cup of fucking coffee:
i have a splitting fucking headache:
my knuckles are raw and my head is scraped because i did a face plant into a table while trying to be a rock star and i was drunk and stoned and very much happy with myself and everything in my life was good because i was bleeding and playing Isis by Bob Dylan and thought i was in outer space:
fuck i've got to get a hold of myself before i go stir crazy:
chatterchatterchatter and bitebitebite cause its cold out here or in here or whereever the fuck i am or whereever the fuck you are or something like that and my fingers are like chatterchatterchatter and clickity-click-clack and i remember how your eyes looked in the morning after a long restless night because you couldn't sleep with my arms around you and i couldn't sleep on my side and your hot breath was always on my neck and your eyelashes tick-tick-tickling at my check and i could feel the cold of your body and i always wondered what you were dreaming of was it:
philosophy and religion and historical context-type things or sexual situations or bi-sexual situations or planets made of orange juice and heaping mounds of mountain snow or about faces you've never seen or faces you've seen or about skydiving out of a flying pirate ship or about the end of the world and the deer that eats teh last blade of grass in the existance of man because those are the dreams that i had and have and will have or maybe you just dreamt of:
me or maybe you dreamt of all the stupid things you ever said or you dreamt of being prettier or skinnier or more famous or smarter but those are stupid things too right
chatterchatterchatter and bitebitebite cause its cold out here or in here or whereever the fuck i am or whereever the fuck you are or something like that and my fingers are like chatterchatterchatter and clickity-click-clack and i remember how your eyes looked in the morning after a long restless night because you couldn't sleep with my arms around you and i couldn't sleep on my side and your hot breath was always on my neck and your eyelashes tick-tick-tickling at my check and i could feel the cold of your body and i always wondered what you were dreaming of was it:
philosophy and religion and historical context-type things or sexual situations or bi-sexual situations or planets made of orange juice and heaping mounds of mountain snow or about faces you've never seen or faces you've seen or about skydiving out of a flying pirate ship or about the end of the world and the deer that ets teh last blade of grass in the existance of man because those are the dreams that i had and have and will have or maybe you just dreamt of:
me or maybe you dreamt of all the stupid things you ever said or you dreamt of being prettier or skinnier or more famous or smarter but those are stupid things too right
look out for the time when my brain might explode because you might get some on you even if you live in saskatuan and i don't want my brain matter or my mind matter to spoil anyone's beautiful-beautiful evening plans or a date with your pretty coworker the one with the GREAT ASS that all teh male coworkers fawn over because she is the darling of the department and from the time that i eat my soup to the time that we start to kiss will be about 2 minutes because your lips are so sour i bet and i could give a fuck that you're 7 years older then me because i like the little wrinkles by your eyes i think they are fucking damn sexy but really its all about your lips and your hair because that one time in class you wore your hair in pig tails and that drove me absolutely batty and you had this dark kind of lip stick on and that drove me batty and i think you were dressed in a school girl outfit so maybe that had a little to do with it too but fuck i mean fuck i just lost my fucking marbles you are fucking pretty and i really fucking mean that no i'm not drunk well maybe a little but remember to duck when my brain explodes from having too much information and knowig too much about inane Sports facts or Greek Mythology or ways to get Poetry to sound good or something like that
when i was young i met this older girl and she was fair and had fair skin and fair eyes and brown-green eyes and she was a city girl and had a messy stove in her messy apartment and even eating popcorn with her made everything seem like it glowed just like the elephants that twirl the rainbow-colored wedges that are tied to glowing-glowing strings and at night-time when the country and western music is playig loudly and the lead guitar player is falling asleep while belting out honky-tonkin solos that's when she would grab my back muscles and whisper things into my ears that i could barely hear and then the raindrop-christmas lights in the color of leprachaun eyes dangled above us and we hit them with our hands because i'm tall and have long arms and she calls me young and adorable and annoying and depressed and crazy-insane and my brain spins at 300 miles per hour in a slanted direction so that i can barely see even with my glasses off and then in the morning we eat pancakes with peanut butter and clear syrup and listen to Bob Dylan sing the song he wrote for Sara in the Chelsea Hotel
but i forgot to find my hat today and its a hat i like to help people in its sort of blue and green and bluish-green and has one of those things on top so sorry
but i forgot to find my hat today and its a hat i like to help people in its sort of blue and green and bluish-green and has one of those things on top so sorry
I have a camel coloured suede hat. Check out my collective--last poem entitled A Closer Look/What's for dinner?---I'm really dgging the colour black! And I have you to thank for that!ps SPANK!Have a closer look!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
if i thought before that my day dreams and night mares and dark dreams were all blended up and mashed and jumping around together in a bottom-less pit then i don't think i ever really knew anything or at least hadn't seen any brown-green southern eyes before or hadn't seen any real Memphis Lips before because now my head dreams are all about being out in a desert and at night when it gets really really really cold and there's no place to hide or get warmth except by cutting open a cactus and climbing inside using a grapling hook and some buttermilk pancakes
i once juggled monkey's balls in bathroom stalls and climbed the walls trying to find some time i wish i was young again and had a new name and a new face and a new life in a new place and when i get old people will remember all the things i never said and when they see me they'll just look away and i'll just keep on walking until my feet fall off and this monkey on my back just jumps right off and then i'll be able to sleep and when i sleep i can dream of all the things i never did and i can be happy knowing i'll die with a smile on my face
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
dark brown no dark green no dark blue no dark grey no dark red no dark orange no dark yellow no dark black no dark pink no just a little of all those and also sometimes like a Lion Eye and as big as a Titanium Balloon and gone on down the trails like Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie hand-in-hand and laughing and singing and laughing
in this one dream i'm always so excited almost too excited and almost more excited then i should be and i can walk in the air like it would matter if someone could do that and maybe in the dream i'm a great person and maybe i even ride a buffalo over the green-green plains of Canada and all teh polar bears and grizzley bears and mice tramp on by and talk to themselves about how they hate me but love to talk to my buffalo because she is so enticing to them she can weave a tale of words so far and so good and so grand that it can capture every other ear within shouting distance and make them sit in trance by a fireplace with a hot cup of coffee and there she tells them about Hollywood and about Big City New York and about the Florida Keys and about London Tea Time and they will all gaze at her and wonder why her eyes are so sad and so deep and so brown-black
said i was a mysterious Scorpion and so i winked at you winkwink and then you gave me some Lion Tea and I turned into a Lion with sunglasses and a Peppermint Tail and you smiled and giggled with your hand over your teeth and i wondered what in teh Hell it would be like to kiss you and so i took you out dancing or rather you took me and made me dance to country and western songs that you love and i love too and you rubbed yourself all over me until i felt good and drunk and good and drunk and in your red boots you kicked up your heels and said you'd be back in a couple minutes from the bathroom and left me sitting at a table of your friends and they were much older then me and gave me Lolly Pops and said I was Adorable and a Cute Tiger and I had springs in my legs and bags under my eyes and i forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked under teh sea-green ox-grey lights that blazed and ruptured above my eyes because your hair was so black and thick and beautiful and your eyes were so brown-green and Big City and beautiful and your body was so sexy and moving and beautiful i just wish i got to sit inside your mind for a little longer now that would have been fun maybe next time though right Cluckers-Zippo-Lighteningbolt-Vikingrapture-Sweetmilk
Jimmy crack your corn because I don't fucking care about your fucking poetry if you could call it fucking poetry becaue poetry about fucking and with the word fuck is way too Over The Top so fuck off you Criminal
i was going to be on the High School Track Team and i never had been before so after much debate i decided to see what all the hub-bub was and i was dropped off at the High School Gymnasium and i walked through the front doors and the Track Coaches smiled and looked happy that i was there and as i walked away from them into the building i heard them say "oh he'll be good for the swim team because he got that slender-type build and will look good in Speedos" and i thought to myself that that was quite strange since i was there for teh Track Team but i got inside and changed into my Track Team Outfit in the middle of teh Gym with everyone else changing in and out of clothes adn underwear it was all very unarrousing though because everyone was so self-conscious about wearing those little Track Team Shorts so when all that was done and teh Gym Lights were so bright and glaring and looking the Coaches called us to gather around and told all teh Old Track Team People to get into the lines of their events and all teh New Track Team People to wait for their name to be called and then they too could line up so i waited and waited expecting to be on teh Swim Team and expecting to wear a Speedo and have all teh girls stare at my crotch but then my name was called and i was put in the line for "Black Magic and Gothic" and i thought that was weird because how does that apply to a Track Team but then i saw that next to me was a line for Artists and also a line for Hurrdles so i accepted that the Black Magic line must have something to do with running and jumping or throwing something then we had to get in line according to how good we were in our Event and i tried to get to teh front because i guess i thought i was pretty good at Black Magic but teh Coaches came by and told me to go to teh back so i did and the guy in front of me who had a white painted face with black lip stick and eye shadow turned adn said "don't worry man you'll get up there sooner or later Black Magic ain't that hard" and then everyone in all the lines in teh whole Gym everyone on teh whole Track Team started doing some kind of Step Dance Aerobic type thing and i was completely lost and as we were doing one of teh moves everyone's legs got tangled and we all fell on top of eachother all sweaty and hot and sticky and i felt all these hands grabbing at my crotch and playing with my penis and that made me excited but also a little mad so i started grabbing back and squeezing just as hard as they were squeezing me and my hands were full of flesh and ass and breast and crotch and it was amazing but then everyone got back on their feet when a whistle blew and they were all looking around sort of ashamed and sort of satisfied and sort of horny and i was all of a sudden wearing Speedos and all the girls were looking at me and my crotch with Big Lusty Eyes and Wet Drooling Lips and also all the guys were looking at me so i just shrugged my shoulders
Comments
yes, thank you
now i have to go take a bath
Don't forget to wash your jingles, real good!
the only thing i do in a bath is touch myself
just like everyone else
now stop soiling my thread
That's why I like to take a nice, long, hot, steamy bath!
OK, but soiling threads is what I do best! :(
as long as you admit that its your thing then go ahead
I am THEE soiler of threads!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK YOU for letting me be me!
headache massacre and all that and then when the itching starts go downtown and buy some ointment and do a dance with teh homeless guy in teh alley as you put that fire-needle in your happy-arm and if you begin to see blankets moving in teh stratosphere you had better get ome to your lovely-lovely bottle of redwine and drinkdrinkdrink so all the spacemen call your name out in space inside their space suits and you can hear them screaming your name in pain and orgasm and then you fall asleep with a great joy welling up inside you and you begin to think about philosophy.
last night i opened my eyes and saw a blue figure standing over me and that figure said many things but i didn't think it was talking to me so i didn't listen very closely and now i can't remember anything it said but i think it went something like:
had a subway train
up the mountainside
it runs in the dark
when i need to see my friends
i travel
to teh drug-store
find some drugs
and wine
and we go toward the back
the room is cool
and the weather is warm
if only you didn't clap so loud
hurts my eardrums with teh drumdrumdrumming and the poundpoundpounding and all the traveling back in time and having the brainwaves fucked with and all splattered in different angles and motions and where the hell am i and where the fuck are you and which way is teh donut shop because i fucking need a goddamn cup of fucking coffee:
i have a splitting fucking headache:
my knuckles are raw and my head is scraped because i did a face plant into a table while trying to be a rock star and i was drunk and stoned and very much happy with myself and everything in my life was good because i was bleeding and playing Isis by Bob Dylan and thought i was in outer space:
fuck i've got to get a hold of myself before i go stir crazy:
fuck
chatterchatterchatter and bitebitebite cause its cold out here or in here or whereever the fuck i am or whereever the fuck you are or something like that and my fingers are like chatterchatterchatter and clickity-click-clack and i remember how your eyes looked in the morning after a long restless night because you couldn't sleep with my arms around you and i couldn't sleep on my side and your hot breath was always on my neck and your eyelashes tick-tick-tickling at my check and i could feel the cold of your body and i always wondered what you were dreaming of was it:
philosophy and religion and historical context-type things or sexual situations or bi-sexual situations or planets made of orange juice and heaping mounds of mountain snow or about faces you've never seen or faces you've seen or about skydiving out of a flying pirate ship or about the end of the world and the deer that eats teh last blade of grass in the existance of man because those are the dreams that i had and have and will have or maybe you just dreamt of:
me or maybe you dreamt of all the stupid things you ever said or you dreamt of being prettier or skinnier or more famous or smarter but those are stupid things too right
chick in the corner
making heavy bad mellow eyes
at me
wants me
heavy bad
Beautiful dreamer.
look out for the time when my brain might explode because you might get some on you even if you live in saskatuan and i don't want my brain matter or my mind matter to spoil anyone's beautiful-beautiful evening plans or a date with your pretty coworker the one with the GREAT ASS that all teh male coworkers fawn over because she is the darling of the department and from the time that i eat my soup to the time that we start to kiss will be about 2 minutes because your lips are so sour i bet and i could give a fuck that you're 7 years older then me because i like the little wrinkles by your eyes i think they are fucking damn sexy but really its all about your lips and your hair because that one time in class you wore your hair in pig tails and that drove me absolutely batty and you had this dark kind of lip stick on and that drove me batty and i think you were dressed in a school girl outfit so maybe that had a little to do with it too but fuck i mean fuck i just lost my fucking marbles you are fucking pretty and i really fucking mean that no i'm not drunk well maybe a little but remember to duck when my brain explodes from having too much information and knowig too much about inane Sports facts or Greek Mythology or ways to get Poetry to sound good or something like that
my brain is a-dry
when i was young i met this older girl and she was fair and had fair skin and fair eyes and brown-green eyes and she was a city girl and had a messy stove in her messy apartment and even eating popcorn with her made everything seem like it glowed just like the elephants that twirl the rainbow-colored wedges that are tied to glowing-glowing strings and at night-time when the country and western music is playig loudly and the lead guitar player is falling asleep while belting out honky-tonkin solos that's when she would grab my back muscles and whisper things into my ears that i could barely hear and then the raindrop-christmas lights in the color of leprachaun eyes dangled above us and we hit them with our hands because i'm tall and have long arms and she calls me young and adorable and annoying and depressed and crazy-insane and my brain spins at 300 miles per hour in a slanted direction so that i can barely see even with my glasses off and then in the morning we eat pancakes with peanut butter and clear syrup and listen to Bob Dylan sing the song he wrote for Sara in the Chelsea Hotel
but i forgot to find my hat today and its a hat i like to help people in its sort of blue and green and bluish-green and has one of those things on top so sorry
I have a camel coloured suede hat.
Check out my collective--last poem entitled A Closer Look/What's for dinner?---I'm really dgging the colour black! And I have you to thank for that!ps SPANK!Have a closer look!
if i thought before that my day dreams and night mares and dark dreams were all blended up and mashed and jumping around together in a bottom-less pit then i don't think i ever really knew anything or at least hadn't seen any brown-green southern eyes before or hadn't seen any real Memphis Lips before because now my head dreams are all about being out in a desert and at night when it gets really really really cold and there's no place to hide or get warmth except by cutting open a cactus and climbing inside using a grapling hook and some buttermilk pancakes
dark brown no dark green no dark blue no dark grey no dark red no dark orange no dark yellow no dark black no dark pink no just a little of all those and also sometimes like a Lion Eye and as big as a Titanium Balloon and gone on down the trails like Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie hand-in-hand and laughing and singing and laughing
in this one dream i'm always so excited almost too excited and almost more excited then i should be and i can walk in the air like it would matter if someone could do that and maybe in the dream i'm a great person and maybe i even ride a buffalo over the green-green plains of Canada and all teh polar bears and grizzley bears and mice tramp on by and talk to themselves about how they hate me but love to talk to my buffalo because she is so enticing to them she can weave a tale of words so far and so good and so grand that it can capture every other ear within shouting distance and make them sit in trance by a fireplace with a hot cup of coffee and there she tells them about Hollywood and about Big City New York and about the Florida Keys and about London Tea Time and they will all gaze at her and wonder why her eyes are so sad and so deep and so brown-black
said i was a mysterious Scorpion and so i winked at you winkwink and then you gave me some Lion Tea and I turned into a Lion with sunglasses and a Peppermint Tail and you smiled and giggled with your hand over your teeth and i wondered what in teh Hell it would be like to kiss you and so i took you out dancing or rather you took me and made me dance to country and western songs that you love and i love too and you rubbed yourself all over me until i felt good and drunk and good and drunk and in your red boots you kicked up your heels and said you'd be back in a couple minutes from the bathroom and left me sitting at a table of your friends and they were much older then me and gave me Lolly Pops and said I was Adorable and a Cute Tiger and I had springs in my legs and bags under my eyes and i forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked under teh sea-green ox-grey lights that blazed and ruptured above my eyes because your hair was so black and thick and beautiful and your eyes were so brown-green and Big City and beautiful and your body was so sexy and moving and beautiful i just wish i got to sit inside your mind for a little longer now that would have been fun maybe next time though right Cluckers-Zippo-Lighteningbolt-Vikingrapture-Sweetmilk
Jimmy crack your corn because I don't fucking care about your fucking poetry if you could call it fucking poetry becaue poetry about fucking and with the word fuck is way too Over The Top so fuck off you Criminal
plagerism is the highest form of flattery
i was going to be on the High School Track Team and i never had been before so after much debate i decided to see what all the hub-bub was and i was dropped off at the High School Gymnasium and i walked through the front doors and the Track Coaches smiled and looked happy that i was there and as i walked away from them into the building i heard them say "oh he'll be good for the swim team because he got that slender-type build and will look good in Speedos" and i thought to myself that that was quite strange since i was there for teh Track Team but i got inside and changed into my Track Team Outfit in the middle of teh Gym with everyone else changing in and out of clothes adn underwear it was all very unarrousing though because everyone was so self-conscious about wearing those little Track Team Shorts so when all that was done and teh Gym Lights were so bright and glaring and looking the Coaches called us to gather around and told all teh Old Track Team People to get into the lines of their events and all teh New Track Team People to wait for their name to be called and then they too could line up so i waited and waited expecting to be on teh Swim Team and expecting to wear a Speedo and have all teh girls stare at my crotch but then my name was called and i was put in the line for "Black Magic and Gothic" and i thought that was weird because how does that apply to a Track Team but then i saw that next to me was a line for Artists and also a line for Hurrdles so i accepted that the Black Magic line must have something to do with running and jumping or throwing something then we had to get in line according to how good we were in our Event and i tried to get to teh front because i guess i thought i was pretty good at Black Magic but teh Coaches came by and told me to go to teh back so i did and the guy in front of me who had a white painted face with black lip stick and eye shadow turned adn said "don't worry man you'll get up there sooner or later Black Magic ain't that hard" and then everyone in all the lines in teh whole Gym everyone on teh whole Track Team started doing some kind of Step Dance Aerobic type thing and i was completely lost and as we were doing one of teh moves everyone's legs got tangled and we all fell on top of eachother all sweaty and hot and sticky and i felt all these hands grabbing at my crotch and playing with my penis and that made me excited but also a little mad so i started grabbing back and squeezing just as hard as they were squeezing me and my hands were full of flesh and ass and breast and crotch and it was amazing but then everyone got back on their feet when a whistle blew and they were all looking around sort of ashamed and sort of satisfied and sort of horny and i was all of a sudden wearing Speedos and all the girls were looking at me and my crotch with Big Lusty Eyes and Wet Drooling Lips and also all the guys were looking at me so i just shrugged my shoulders
just one type of irony that always comes back to kick me in the ass the other kind is DRAMATIC IRONY
a daisy that really really really really wants to die maybe i'll get hit by a car or a hammer tonight
me crap rainbows
shame you're a sham
"Don't patronise me."
I was eleven.