marijuana sonnet, sipping
life through sippie cups and
yay! a parade of unbroken
legs, of unreleased kool aid
kegs, of children buying angel
cake. baked. purple steak. fresh
meat kick flipping the street.
TWEET! a dead bird jump ropes
a dead nerd who was once a dead
beat! parallelograms think deep
after ten years of cocaine sleep.
don't forget the wolves, the
chives, whiskey breath, your bosses
desk. sitcom! shit bomb! urinary
infections, 3rd grade teacher corrections,
and the floccinaucinihilipilification
of everything you ever learned
in grade school!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
lol
look out the window and you
can see the sun. look into a
computer screen and all
you can feel are endless
portals of e-trash,
stupid fucking
bloggers, and
the relentless
attempts of
millions to
support Andy
Warhol's predictions
about fame in the future.
we are becoming a bunch of
ones and zeros. I hate the number
1. it's ugly like that kid Zach that
was in my 5th grade
class. why was he
so tall, thin, and
full of almost
nothing just
like
me?
can see the sun. look into a
computer screen and all
you can feel are endless
portals of e-trash,
stupid fucking
bloggers, and
the relentless
attempts of
millions to
support Andy
Warhol's predictions
about fame in the future.
we are becoming a bunch of
ones and zeros. I hate the number
1. it's ugly like that kid Zach that
was in my 5th grade
class. why was he
so tall, thin, and
full of almost
nothing just
like
me?
Monday, November 23, 2009
A SERIES OF HAIKU ABOUT AUTUM
the sky is not dumb
especially on Mondays
it knows to hate me
rain falls on my face
it must know that today
I am not thirsty
I don't care about
Septa going on a strike
this city is fat
fall is the best time
of the year because
it is not too hot or cold
why in the heavens
is that girl wearing a skirt
I am not aroused
especially on Mondays
it knows to hate me
rain falls on my face
it must know that today
I am not thirsty
I don't care about
Septa going on a strike
this city is fat
fall is the best time
of the year because
it is not too hot or cold
why in the heavens
is that girl wearing a skirt
I am not aroused
Thursday, November 19, 2009
too much n64
SODIUM FACE
a boy with no arms
cried at the entrance
to the hug convention
SATURDAY NIGHT CLEAVER
if we run out of food
we can eat each other
and then discuss our dementia
and how there should be more
cash only establishments
TWO YEARS AGO IN THE REGENCY APARTMENTS AT BROAD AND GIRARD
a black woman
shouted at me
"I'm pregnant and have a
suitcase full of kittens!"
from the luggage came
atonal meows
a boy with no arms
cried at the entrance
to the hug convention
SATURDAY NIGHT CLEAVER
if we run out of food
we can eat each other
and then discuss our dementia
and how there should be more
cash only establishments
TWO YEARS AGO IN THE REGENCY APARTMENTS AT BROAD AND GIRARD
a black woman
shouted at me
"I'm pregnant and have a
suitcase full of kittens!"
from the luggage came
atonal meows
Sunday, November 15, 2009
thank God for libraries, rich friends, and the tech center
I don't own a computer because I
hate computers. My mom doesn't
own one because she can't afford
it. Besides our last name that's the
only thing we have in common. She
makes more love to the internet
than she does my father; embracing
its flashing lights and free radiation.
She pulled a hammy fucking the
binary code last week. Out of curiosity
I asked her, how much does the
internet weigh? She answered; not
much more than your father!
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