quasiplausipus
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- Posted: Sun, 06 Jun 2010 19:50:56 +0000
Contents:
1:
Discovery Channel
1.
i was handcuffed to a seat in court
The Daily World
customer reservation
result: sensing a pattern
head rush
these words taste like wet footprints
konichiwa. watashi wa root desu.
marriage and hate almost rhyme
2.
these car rides are ancient
move on
2:
see, when the princess got out of the limo, she tripped
79 a night, plus tax
the accidental murder
actually, this one was late and the window was open
mythbusters
recite the alphabet backwards and then call me
four-paged red pen
maybe i'm just doped up
he waited too long
this dream box stomach
in my apron and coffee stains
you could have turned me on
my cat snores like harp strings
i would have swallowed
i coughed her name
3:
the last time i saw my face, it was balancing
my heart murmurs at the sight of you
we looked for faces in the ceiling
extra virgin
and everything comes back to him
you wanted me to write you a poem about progress
maybe if life weren't so silver
You wanted me to write
sometimes in my dream i'm dropping
i know i'm just a girl and i'm almost grown
1-5
there's vibrations under our street signs
human.kind
everytime my mom talks about her rape
We both grew up
4:
p.s. i love you
set, action
cold hits all over
classified: man-hater
I love to fly at night because the airport looks like Christmas
)
He may have a big c**k
Art class always begins with you know:
1-12
some days, i just want to move my flesh around--just roll
i wasn't the stupid one this time.
He wanted me to kiss it.
he broke my jesus
we swim like sea snails
this is me:
5:
1-4
frustration steams up the eyelashes
mom says i wouldn't last a minute
i-vi
1-6
on hobos and loneliness
i took the leftstairs elevators to your brain
she turns dinner into a tango
see, first the world goes mute
he is reflection front
i'm trying not to be perfect
i think i need a birthday, man.
i stand at bus stops
6:
i-iv
v-x
on hobos and loneliness (edited, i guess)
i conduct invisible symphonies
this is what jobs look like
i'm on a first name basis with the stain on the coffee table
this is a wild place
color crayon on the weekend
your honors, i'm following you
your body is crystallized and imposing
don't even read this one
i-iii
be blue pen kid
i'm green
i want to crush the trees
7:
there was a goddess in my truck tonight
this isn't where i imagined
suns still rise
he wants to be fingers with teeth
we got married in a field of lightning
she's a goddess of a thought
i must be gormet
i am sunburned on the inside
she sits like there's a wooden stake up her a**
i wish we were still together.
these things are never as epic as we think they'll be in the first five minutes
our bodies made washington.
he pierced his lip with a safety pin.
8:
we are paper
he does back flips
he stomps on africa
you know, i didn't get it (still don't)
we brushed our skin in flower petals
1-4
I'm too busy thinking about myself to be interested in you.
As usual, you're out drinking tonight, aren't you?
So, tomorrow comes,
I don't blame you for being mad,
I'm tired of making wise remarks,
Though the subject will be bees
Anyway, I'm going to write you a card.
I'd just like to touch something,
9:
Even though I am writing about the azalea
Under the bed there's a pair of comfortable old shoes
Can you hold up this stranger
I write this
Music both hurts and heals,
When you have nothing to say it's because your body is satisfied.
They say,
A wave knocked your glasses off
i'm relieved
drunk-swaggering
My hotel window let in no sunlight
No matter how much I like a thing
At midnight a can of warm beer
Though man has gone to the moon
10:
Now that I'm stone, though,
dreamt a theater of everyone I've
Life in its immensity overwhelms
He dressed up as a marine
It was if I were trying to get away
On the roads lie broken spears.
I do not love my country. It's abstract splendor
I write a few words
It is the territory of the computer,
You life up a stone
Perhaps this is not the moment
Over your face
After sailing far on the dark and threatening sea
11:
baby, you got me closer to god
your body is driftwood
maybe i should cut you down
baby write me a song
your fingers could dance inside my skin like me
The Atlantic Empress
baby said to circumcise the green from our fingers.
tied my hair up in ribbons
saucers split your face in two
temporary forests
i saw you in black and white
We're olive colored and lying
Your skin feels like river rocks
They pushed hooks through the brown of my iris.
skeleton (don't botherrrrr!)
12:
children, smoking pretzels
we were a hurricane
crumpled money eyes
i wanna drive you insane
To Emi Love Emmi
My Last Two Years
Friday Moon
snow angel rose petals
you'd made me burn, once
i want to make love wide open.
the only poem i've written that rhymes is the only poem i'm tired of
i don't know how to fish
i get d**k sargents
13:
too small for concrete, they said.
they don't make lovers like they used to.
poems
Who takes time for roses, anyway?
Sarah
Think of the world in this context.
Ignore this one, too
3:09
3:13
there are things i cannot tell you
i was dead set on yesterday being the one
the handyman used to be my uncle
i lost my mind in you
14:
there are things i cannot tell you
act i: the drive
act ii: the beach
motel
i am writing
now my words are tinged
15:
when we met you lips challenged me to a duel
i am not a lover.
i don't need an excuse to jump into a pool of you.
i am the love stepping on your toes.
A knife is in her hand.
the shade of your eye holds me
i know the taste of your flesh, visitor
hoodoo magic woman
...
1:
Discovery Channel
1.
i was handcuffed to a seat in court
The Daily World
customer reservation
result: sensing a pattern
head rush
these words taste like wet footprints
konichiwa. watashi wa root desu.
marriage and hate almost rhyme
2.
these car rides are ancient
move on
2:
see, when the princess got out of the limo, she tripped
79 a night, plus tax
the accidental murder
actually, this one was late and the window was open
mythbusters
recite the alphabet backwards and then call me
four-paged red pen
maybe i'm just doped up
he waited too long
this dream box stomach
in my apron and coffee stains
you could have turned me on
my cat snores like harp strings
i would have swallowed
i coughed her name
3:
the last time i saw my face, it was balancing
my heart murmurs at the sight of you
we looked for faces in the ceiling
extra virgin
and everything comes back to him
you wanted me to write you a poem about progress
maybe if life weren't so silver
You wanted me to write
sometimes in my dream i'm dropping
i know i'm just a girl and i'm almost grown
1-5
there's vibrations under our street signs
human.kind
everytime my mom talks about her rape
We both grew up
4:
p.s. i love you
set, action
cold hits all over
classified: man-hater
I love to fly at night because the airport looks like Christmas
)
He may have a big c**k
Art class always begins with you know:
1-12
some days, i just want to move my flesh around--just roll
i wasn't the stupid one this time.
He wanted me to kiss it.
he broke my jesus
we swim like sea snails
this is me:
5:
1-4
frustration steams up the eyelashes
mom says i wouldn't last a minute
i-vi
1-6
on hobos and loneliness
i took the leftstairs elevators to your brain
she turns dinner into a tango
see, first the world goes mute
he is reflection front
i'm trying not to be perfect
i think i need a birthday, man.
i stand at bus stops
6:
i-iv
v-x
on hobos and loneliness (edited, i guess)
i conduct invisible symphonies
this is what jobs look like
i'm on a first name basis with the stain on the coffee table
this is a wild place
color crayon on the weekend
your honors, i'm following you
your body is crystallized and imposing
don't even read this one
i-iii
be blue pen kid
i'm green
i want to crush the trees
7:
there was a goddess in my truck tonight
this isn't where i imagined
suns still rise
he wants to be fingers with teeth
we got married in a field of lightning
she's a goddess of a thought
i must be gormet
i am sunburned on the inside
she sits like there's a wooden stake up her a**
i wish we were still together.
these things are never as epic as we think they'll be in the first five minutes
our bodies made washington.
he pierced his lip with a safety pin.
8:
we are paper
he does back flips
he stomps on africa
you know, i didn't get it (still don't)
we brushed our skin in flower petals
1-4
I'm too busy thinking about myself to be interested in you.
As usual, you're out drinking tonight, aren't you?
So, tomorrow comes,
I don't blame you for being mad,
I'm tired of making wise remarks,
Though the subject will be bees
Anyway, I'm going to write you a card.
I'd just like to touch something,
9:
Even though I am writing about the azalea
Under the bed there's a pair of comfortable old shoes
Can you hold up this stranger
I write this
Music both hurts and heals,
When you have nothing to say it's because your body is satisfied.
They say,
A wave knocked your glasses off
i'm relieved
drunk-swaggering
My hotel window let in no sunlight
No matter how much I like a thing
At midnight a can of warm beer
Though man has gone to the moon
10:
Now that I'm stone, though,
dreamt a theater of everyone I've
Life in its immensity overwhelms
He dressed up as a marine
It was if I were trying to get away
On the roads lie broken spears.
I do not love my country. It's abstract splendor
I write a few words
It is the territory of the computer,
You life up a stone
Perhaps this is not the moment
Over your face
After sailing far on the dark and threatening sea
11:
baby, you got me closer to god
your body is driftwood
maybe i should cut you down
baby write me a song
your fingers could dance inside my skin like me
The Atlantic Empress
baby said to circumcise the green from our fingers.
tied my hair up in ribbons
saucers split your face in two
temporary forests
i saw you in black and white
We're olive colored and lying
Your skin feels like river rocks
They pushed hooks through the brown of my iris.
skeleton (don't botherrrrr!)
12:
children, smoking pretzels
we were a hurricane
crumpled money eyes
i wanna drive you insane
To Emi Love Emmi
My Last Two Years
Friday Moon
snow angel rose petals
you'd made me burn, once
i want to make love wide open.
the only poem i've written that rhymes is the only poem i'm tired of
i don't know how to fish
i get d**k sargents
13:
too small for concrete, they said.
they don't make lovers like they used to.
poems
Who takes time for roses, anyway?
Sarah
Think of the world in this context.
Ignore this one, too
3:09
3:13
there are things i cannot tell you
i was dead set on yesterday being the one
the handyman used to be my uncle
i lost my mind in you
14:
there are things i cannot tell you
act i: the drive
act ii: the beach
motel
i am writing
now my words are tinged
15:
when we met you lips challenged me to a duel
i am not a lover.
i don't need an excuse to jump into a pool of you.
i am the love stepping on your toes.
A knife is in her hand.
the shade of your eye holds me
i know the taste of your flesh, visitor
hoodoo magic woman
...