Poems by PastaNazi

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  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    a bump for rise and jde :)
  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    Congrats on coming out 3rd!!
    And I enjoyed reading the last poems you posted
    :)
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    thanks very very much, Buru :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    the cat snores
    the kids sleep
    an old man tried not to
    puke on me

    the dog barks
    the chimes cling
    the old man tried
    not to nuke on me

    the cap screws
    the empty
    the old man lied
    pin it all on me

    the old man tried
    not to puke on me
    the dam breaks
    the bitch leaves
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    so... please... bear with me :)

    Attack

    I climbed out of bed this morning, my mind spewing words like a sprinkler left on all night. Like, "oh holy shit, what are the neighbors thinking?" Metaphorically speaking, I bolted to the faucet and twisted the handle so hard that it broke off in my impossibly fast-asleep hands. The pins and needles hadn't even come.

    My apologies. To my neighbor, my friend, the humanity I stand in love with... for...

    And to my jammies, still strung up and soaking wet on the shower door


    (see? told you :))
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513

    ring
    ring
    cuff
    cuff
    chain
    band
    sweater
    vest
    t
    jeans
    socks
    shorts
    scratch
    and

    free

    i have to be

    i have to be or
    half asleep
    in knots
    i'll lie eternally
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    a bump for the poetic genius that is miss nazi.

    with love

    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    huh... yeah... i like to see the traction, too....



    where is it?


    ...indeed
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    babydoll, it isn't the storms that win with me. I have never bowed before the mighty wind and neither shall I supplicate to the drowning downpour of the microburst. In fact, it is not unheard of to find me at the tallest supported branch in a neighborhood tree shaking my fist to the wind in defiance and in acceptance all at the same time. It is, to me, a symbol of my love.

    it is, however, the sunny days that cause within me suspicion and concern and the inability to operate as they intimidate me with their bright and saturated primary color scheme.

    To say that I need sunglasses 24/7 is an understatement. Too bad I need prescriptions and too bad I cannot afford them.

    I tire of squinting.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    t'was an entirely different traction, laden, no posilutely steeped in future and past living... the litlamp113 alamode road... it's cheesy three-stroke artwork calling...
    forgive my digression,
    sometimes the steel wheel teeters on one track

    the fire hydrant has been on my mind
    your traction inspires awe
    even on the sunniest of days

    and if i understand correctly, squinting as i sometimes do even with my 20/20 greenblues, let it be plain, that sometimes that paba-free shit don't work. there are spots on everybody's back that can't be reached without another hand

    and

    that's where I stand, my man
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    "All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
    Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
    This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
    Work and work for love and sex
    Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
    Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
    I'm shattered. Shattered."
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    White Out
    My Eye
    The Discerning hue of nothing wrong
    Bleach Dropped Teeth
    For the Perfect Match
    Sticked Pits
    and Orange Ginger scents
    Masked Misted in Lilies
    Ahhhhh
    Now I am presentable
    Now I can roar
    Now I can stand all five feet three
    All Thirty-Six
    Thirty-two
    Forty
    Invisible
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    oh god, these DO suck, don't they...


    eeek


    please, don't throw stuff


    I'm SORRY




    <sheeshe>
  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    oh god, these DO suck, don't they...


    eeek


    please, don't throw stuff


    I'm SORRY




    <sheeshe>

    i have one word for you.....

    PISHAW!!!!! as my wise old english professor used to say. ;)

    and as i can not pass up this chance to exercise just a touch of free will, throw things i will indeed.

    flowers, moonbeams, star sparkles, kisses, hugs and smiles the breadth of the horizon.

    don't ever stop and for any word you've ever written - don't ever apologize.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    kisses coleen... thanks :)
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Actually I quite liked this one. It's got the power of evasion and of being evaded.

    elusivity? yes.

    you go with your 5'3 self. and fuck em if they can't see ya. brail can't help everyone.



    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    White Out
    My Eye
    The Discerning hue of nothing wrong
    Bleach Dropped Teeth
    For the Perfect Match
    Sticked Pits
    and Orange Ginger scents
    Masked Misted in Lilies
    Ahhhhh
    Now I am presentable
    Now I can roar
    Now I can stand all five feet three
    All Thirty-Six
    Thirty-two
    Forty
    Invisible
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    hail hail the dirty hippies
    and their in-your-face dissestablishmentarianism...



    (oh, to kill a word....)


    there's just something wrong in a deodorant called "Dove"

    free from what?

    social anxiety?


    whoopee...


    long live america


    <twirls finger in the air>
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    If I were you I'd wet that finger first.

    It whistles louder amongst the calm.

    whatcha say whatcha say whatcha say what
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Dove Love Cove
    a rich, red grove
    among weeds among toes
    stuck in mud in the water wells

    The water wells grow
    noxious plants
    wholly sown
    by bird's feet fully deep
    at least fully flit hoed

    Make Love in the mud
    under apple branch dried
    in the sun
    and in fun in your swimming pool eyes

    Make mine
    love time
    fully deep fully sown
    Fully bird feet apple ball
    bowled the last time

    Try a gull whole
    fully you
    fully mine
    i could eat you alive
    adam apple core lime

    Oh I could
    and I would
    only tangelo time
    Take you dark
    Take a fine
    breathe breath
    deep on the G

    And when all can be said
    can be done
    can be had
    Does it know
    It's the worst
    of the very bad bad?

    Does it know
    how I try
    to show
    I am it's is
    while remaining my mine
    in a pipe
    smoke
    and fizz

    I'm condensing

    condensing

    cracked liquor
    I'm his
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    "breathe breath
    deep on the G"

    Whoa, this hits my G! ;):D

    "cracked liquor"

    Crack licker! :p:D

    "Give me, your dirty love!" (sneaks in Zappa reference)

    But really! Just lovely, as are you! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen

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