Tag: Poetry

so you know whatfreakin’ word nerds havemade it to the partythey brought flashlights andgrammar books alongfor the big ride of a lifetimewhat’s the real issue?is what I wanna ask you can ya handle?what’s this buta tragic burning candle?so how fast how fastcan ya expand your limited view?stingin’ eyes at cigar smokeI dare youthis health is…… Continue reading The Health, I’m Jonathan Voting For…

Blackie comes onwhile I write aseries of strange haikuShut ‘Em Down by Public Enemystarts up another drink? yesokay so I am here at the wall of speakersthis band is likeDubstep hardcorevery 2008 pissing is out getting it outI like Nike but wait a minutecome on what is this oneand what is this naggingache in my…… Continue reading Another

up in the soup line area the one lady is doing a sort of poetry reading pointing to the same multiple tracks I simultaneously kick out. Potatoes are the buzz. I don’t steal shit from nobody she belts out, and there’s a blurb about baboons. what a day! and tonight is just getting started, Friday…… Continue reading The Line

the smashing out all the windows story with reckless abandon, just how that happened… and we felt compelled to do that like years later—dishes suffered our rage going from useful form to being swept in the trash begins easily in debt today these debts that don’t change a thing

the smashing out all the windows story with reckless abandon, just how that happened… and we felt compelled to do that like years later—dishes suffered our rage going from useful form to being swept in the trash begins easily in debt today these debts that don’t change a thing

and then and then… what if I hallucinate that I have a good idea that starts out like: and then… a pinched whine to complete the song they partronize with flimsy shelf lives on sleeves eat the blackberry swallow the clown car whole walk on spider’s ceiling mount hanging as the bat the sidekick trap…… Continue reading What If

atmosphere dense with subject matter all you have to do is poeticize your mind and snatch from the wind a close to full glory rendering cars say under their breath that they wanna kill you

on a ladder going up in a dream on an upward elevator past floor 13 with forehead entering clouds of death ask and you shall receive a lot of yammering flim flam splash bath no duh duck duck he he Lucy hammered the thing the nail in good gracious I’m glad the dream is a…… Continue reading Report