Saturday, August 6, 2011

Love Poem #23

You will know your true love
when you call to them,
“come on, let’s climb up this hill”

and they reply back to you,
“i’m already at the top of the hill, you dummy,
who are you talking to?”

Sunday, April 24, 2011


imagine me dead
and eating a peach

Friday, April 1, 2011

Love Poem #22

Why don't you love me,
you stupid idiot?

Sunday, March 27, 2011


We walked in the rain to a birthday party,
where a quiet man told jokes under his breath

I only slept for an hour that night
before getting up to catch my train

As the sun rose and the sidewalks dried,
the Earth exhaled and could be heard asking,
“Have you seen my boyfriend?”

Tuesday, March 22, 2011


In my dreams,
I talk like Chico Marx,
and I drive a white Cadillac
with no brakes.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Anon. Profile

My favorite books, movies, music, and food:
I like any types of movies( I am very open mined about movies.) I like to music, but heavey metal and rap. I like to read so books catch my eye and I read magizes too. I like any kind of food, but it is too spicy I do not eat. I am not a beer drimker too.

The six things I could never do without:
1. Family
2. Friends
3. Seeing
4. Enjoy life to the fullest
5. Having fun
6. Be true to yourself

I spend a lot of time thinking about:
I spending time thinking about life, my family, my friends, and myself.

On a typical Friday night I am:
My friday nights are having dinner with my parents, going out with friends,and enjoiy the weekend before monday. LOL!!!!

What I’m doing with my life:
I am 29 years old and work for ITT Power Solutions in West Springfield,MA for three years on April 2 and I love my job.

I’m really good at:
I am really good at playing sports,talking to people,and always enjoy life to the fullest!!!!!

Saturday, February 12, 2011


We prefer
thank you

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


the only weapon
I ever saw
brown-skinned people
use on TV
were rocks
so I thought
whoever had
the most rocks
won the war

(laser sounds)

big, heavy rocks
what do you do with the rocks
drop them on the computer
our oneself, whichever seems more affective
"or" not "out

Monday, February 7, 2011


I dreamed that I went to college
and there, I played air guitar
and peed in a bucket in the kitchen

Jeff shows me a boring comic book
and April shows me something real interesting
Bill Clinton walks around campus all day long
walking his dog...

I dreamed that I went to college
and there, I played air guitar
and peed in a bucket in the kitchen

and then, I went to math class.

Friday, February 4, 2011

In a Bag or a Box

She was pale as a ghost under the Taco Bell lighting,
or maybe she really was a ghost at that point, I couldn’t quite say,
because most things looked unwell in that place.

And yet, we kept coming back,
anything to beat the facebook psychosis,
the quarter-life crisis,
the social disease jitters.

I watched her sit and sip her soda,
and I could feel my shoulders getting tighter
when I thought I heard the cashier ask me,
“would you like to be buried in a bag or a box?”

“A bag?”, I questioned, puzzled by the option.

“No,” she said, “a box”.

“Okay,” I said.

Monday, January 31, 2011


Jeremy would never miss a Black Sabbath rendezvous.
Sweet leaf eternal, when I asked him about his sister, he just seemed to get mad.
I remember that he cried when he got the chicken pox, how his face got all pink and sweaty.
I heard his DPW vest had seared to his skin when they found him.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Untitled #3

Life is love
God is shit
and I think
I swallowed
a rock

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Benefits of Peace-Punk

Ani DiFranco
wind power
acoustic bass

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Lucy the Horse

stood in a field
with great dignity
chewing her grass
not cud
what the fuck is cud

Friday, January 7, 2011

The Young Artist (inspired by/stolen from James Joyce)

O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
O, the blasphemy of that promise!
Non serviam ad infinitum...