nothing too salacious...i posted a weird poem that i wrote this morning for about 5 minutes...then i had reservations...because it's weird, and not very good...
You want a weird poem? I'll give you a weird poem. I'm at happy hour right now. I'm on my fourth Pinot Noir. I'm going to make it up right now. Ok, here we go:
I like girls They make me feel Loved. I am Loved. I know this
okay, here's the last two stanzas of my weird poem
For instance a robot might Carefully extract your colon With a slow winding device The spin of a spike studying, Cataloging and bagging the fallow tubing The robot may then To a natural end Cauterize the opening with a blue-burn and Tiny blue staples
The robot is the robot that studies you this way To a natural end Moving vertical Pivoting at your ear
ha ha... ok... yeah... probably better that's in the comment box. it's really startlingly graphic, you have quite an imagination johnny. been watchin x-files reruns?
eric, your poem is sweet. girls do kinda rock.
john, what did you dream about last night? (hopefully not robots playing with your colon)
eh?
ReplyDeleteNo way man, don't try to pull that shit. You can't do that, it's blatantly unfair.
ReplyDeleteTell us!
oh, come on, john!
ReplyDeletenothing too salacious...i posted a weird poem that i wrote this morning for about 5 minutes...then i had reservations...because it's weird, and not very good...
ReplyDeleteso, eh, nevermind...
You want a weird poem? I'll give you a weird poem. I'm at happy hour right now. I'm on my fourth Pinot Noir. I'm going to make it up right now. Ok, here we go:
ReplyDeleteI like girls
They make me feel
Loved. I am
Loved.
I know this
But I want them (to know)
POST!
How's that! Under a minute, bee-a(umlaut(ch)!)
ReplyDelete. . . on to numero cinco
yeah yeah, keep em' coming!!!
ReplyDeletemail bomb the hell out of the comment box...seriously!
okay, here's the last two stanzas of my weird poem
ReplyDeleteFor instance a robot might
Carefully extract your colon
With a slow winding device
The spin of a spike studying,
Cataloging and bagging
the fallow tubing
The robot may then
To a natural end
Cauterize the opening with
a blue-burn and
Tiny blue staples
The robot is the robot that studies you this way
To a natural end
Moving vertical
Pivoting at your ear
ha ha... ok... yeah... probably better that's in the comment box. it's really startlingly graphic, you have quite an imagination johnny. been watchin x-files reruns?
ReplyDeleteeric, your poem is sweet. girls do kinda rock.
john, what did you dream about last night? (hopefully not robots playing with your colon)
you should post the rest f the poem.
i've been reading my spaceship and watching american psycho...
ReplyDeletehence...
i can't remember anything from last night...i was REALLY drunk...saying my goodbyes to naropa and whatnot...i'm off to the bay come wednesday...
yay! that's exciting.
ReplyDeletei've fallen in love with lorna dee cervantes, so maybe i'll move to colorado now.
has hot whiskey sold all those waldman chaps yet?
they sold out yesterday at the book signing, but that was only the bound copies they had...still a bunch more to be bought...
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