My Poetic Poop

Saturday, December 13, 2003

poets, who are they? doctors of the soul Phd. in life preachers? if life is the religion. poets: psychologists, sociologists, prophets, lawyers? who are they who answers the questions no who asks them? Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 11, 2003

Clit oh rice-ah Said eat The Chinese Cuz it bowled Into round little Particles of goodness White and understandable Paper-able I can write on blankness But tell you too That I am beyond Your hope I am Not your cliché Sex pot trauma rama Don’t care what Not That though Chiquita Yellow mama Don’t try... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 10, 2003

I hate salad In the night When I want COMFORT FOOD For sweet delight I hate salad Shitty greens Vegetables to make It seem like the world Is well and swell That I’m a healthy Bum drum vegetarian But let me tell you, goos And foos I don’t like salad In my room or in my fridge Up my skirt Down London... Sign in to see full entry.

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Who will fuck Trollilolli?

Kookie krispie kung foo folly Someone’s fucking Trollilolli Only in her dreams in truth She’s busy still with untold Horrors from Homework Hell Who will fuck Trollilolli after all? Who can tell? Can you smell it? Does it smell like fish? Or jesus? Does true love always taste like sprats? Or Russian... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 7, 2003

Summary. What are we judged by? In this day of self-more-ness This place has chance To slip into roads to steer Themselves a wheel table fortune Forget the attempt at understanding I don’t know if it’s you or life that I’m demanding to listen Depending on who I deem worthy Oh excuse me did I rhyme... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 3, 2003

just another skeleton beneath this flesh.

can’t write sans café cuz I’m dry and it’s early I’m white and cold and bony and it’s too early to see it otherwise Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 24, 2003

people watching...

People sip like faces full of talk The bulky girls exchange Garrulous grins Across open books A couple of Indians couple Their relationship Nips at the back of my neck The sporty-capped boy Buttons his computer Up and down How to wear this jacket, Grandma? Polka-dot red and white Dressed girl... Sign in to see full entry.

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