Monday, January 31, 2011

Jeremy

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

watertight
charming
skateboard
vegetables
Ani DiFranco
grains
trains
greasemobiles
wind power
acoustic bass
telephone
cold
peace
punk

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...

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Jazz Hands

Diddle me this, scatman
Shoo-boop-ba-dee

Love Poem #16

As he was being crushed to death
by an 8-ton slab of concrete
a man thought to himself,
“well, that answers that question”

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Love Poem #8

I hate
your boyfriend

Monday, January 3, 2011

Names

They were married in the grocery store
held the reception at the library
and gave birth in a "Pizza Hut"
Thus, began the adventures
of Keebler Emerson P’zone

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Beach

We sat on the beach
and watched the waves
like assholes

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Poetry

I used to
be a poet

I wonder
what happened
to that