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The great American Past-Time/ A Historia Ludicrum

Certain aspiring Dr. Freuds would say my car crashes are a result of repressed sexual energy

But I have more ears than theirs to whom I can...

Pain
To what would I pray for and to,
If not this soft rage?
I can’t get a job, can’t work
The people who give them out, like theoretical candy
They’ve got my name
And I’ve got their...

(open this poem from either end, like a peach)
I am a blind wave of saltwater
Terrified to meet the shore
Messenger of thin coughing clouds
A sapling in a grove of ashes
I’m...

hey i got the book in the mail, i shall remail it to you shortly :)

Still and solid making two footprints in an empty fountain’s dust

Arms out, ta-daa! Spin into an imaginary airplane that only leaves continents behind

I could climb up into the hills, find a...

William Blake came back as a skater
Skateboarding down the boulevard in the rain

The drops of cold obscure my glasses

Like a grand and terrible joke that I can never share

Buses,...

Quests
They did fill me with stories

But I’m not even sure

Of the exact nature

The names

(Fragments in schoolbus windows)

Dream sketch #3

In a dream that tastes of plums

My mother on her someday deathbed confesses to my bald head

That she’s been gone since 1983, long before I could have happened

And I...

Grendel alone
“The great sickness is upon me”

The laughter behind such a statement is implied, heavy and cold

“And I am willing to share”

Dive bar medievally full of dead men who don’t...

I never feel less like a real person


That when I go to the store to buy condoms

Not that I have much use for such things

But there is a certain young lady with whom they could come in...

Trinkets from the summer we chose silence
In the green land where I come from

The best way to get someone’s attention is to say

I have a secret

However, as a first resort

...

yowza i havent been posting on here as much lately... I'll post a couple of poems to try and catch up some

Welcome Back

I walk across the street

Feeling stupid and beautiful

The first day back in school

Rush hour, a crossing guard is there to help the college students cross the street

Outlaws

She makes me want to be an outlaw

I want her to be the Bonnie to my sexually ambiguous Clyde


Together we could

Detonate world markets

Grendel alone

“The great sickness is upon me”

The laughter behind such a statement is implied, heavy and cold

“And I am willing to share”

Dive bar medievally full of dead men who don’t...

taking a stab at noir :D i don't have a title yet and the formatting messes up some of my spacings, nonetheless this is quite zippy



We are the hardest detectives on the island


I am thin,...

An attempt to craft an outlaw blues that picks up after the myth fades

Mustard stains in the cancer-ward

...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqsivnU5_lE here's one, it's just me sitting here reading into the screen so it's not as good as an actual performance (still trying to work out the logistics of...

thanks, i appreciate the chance to share my works regularly with a few different people and i'm glad you like it, very validating. I've started uploading youtube videos too, as i only recently...

The most awkward conversation in history
“So this isn’t easy for me to say”, Mary twirls a lock of her hair between two fingers

Her father, white robes looking clean, yarmulke freshly pressed...