Thursday, November 30, 2006

why do drugs?

I have something in my brain and it’s bigger then my brain!

making histroy!

I didn’t know something then I knew it!

everything I write a slam poet can rap backwords

“Do angel’s fuck?”
Your grandchild asks you
Your old and your going to die
But it’s going to be awesome
You don’t know what that means yet but that’s what you keep telling people
“It’s going to be awesome.”
You’re grandchild is 7 so you don’t know if this is sarcastic or a misplaced genuine question
You have been on a row boat alone for three days now
and this is the only word he has said to you
you go back home and you photo copy all the scars on your body
and give them to your grandchild
he says “Capitalism, right Grampa?”
“Only watch pornography if don’t like pop music,” you say
As you allow him to choke you to death while you misspell words on his forehead
What are the words? The angles asked
“Second place” you say making eye contact with them

thank you

You buy a dog
You once loved a person enough that you reasoned that
that was what love was
and now you don’t love that person in the same way
you give the dog a name

nothing is something

You get a flat top hair cut, because you can
You afraid of time or want to be
You want it to haunt you, so when you wink children will know there children
But not in a Jimmy Stewart why but in a way that Jimmy Stewart knows his Jimmy Stewart and then is going to fight himself but settles for a tie with a far off firework
You meet Jimmy Stewart ghost and he tells you that his the one who tells kids that Santa Claus doesn’t exist in there dreams.
That’s to easy you say
He tells you that there is more strangers then people you know
You and Jimmy Stewart give you grandmother a haircut
And watch the best movie ever in a second.

A love poem

Why asked why?
No said yes
Yes said no
There is only love!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

ice cream

Ate enough ice cream to make me sick
then I ate some more it was so good to eat that ice cream
no
it wasn’t it made me sick!
When I was sick I didn’t feel good
I wish I had not eaten that ice cream

Thursday, November 09, 2006

poem about family

You find the most boring person in the world
You tell them all your hopes and dreams
There is a knew kind of bath on the market
its perfect for the united states champion of checkers
you bring the most boring person in the world there
and you watch the checkers champion slowly form a smile
while in the bath
on the giant TV that over looks the thousands of people who
are watching this event
this is what it’s like to have a cousin who as never
dry humped anybody, and
won’t leave the town they born in.