Sunday, January 24, 2010

haiku

1. you're crazy as a
pinata, but i'll still
hit that every time

2. transcribe your sleeping
patterns into tongue twisters:
she sleeps slow and shy

Thursday, December 10, 2009

You see,
the difference between pessimistic
and depressed is that it's never really
a question of half-empty versus

wait. where--
what...

my cup. I put it right
here just a second ago.

what??

where's my cup?!

day 7: he doesn't know it

He doesn't know it, but he is her tangled dream jungle of late night bedsheets, her goodmorning sleep language and her browneyed lullaby, her cigarette smoke promises, and her pounding black bass-tempo Monday morning -- a heartbreak laid heavy with tears.

He widows her when the weekend is over, doesn't meet her eyes when they pass between classes.

He doesn't know it, but he is her religion, and her prayers are always made on all fours.

Her church needs to go through the laundry again.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

day 6: rita to bob marley

the last time we made love before you died
i could feel that it was the last time, and
right in the middle of it
i was angry at you.

i don't know why.

angry at you for being inside of me

like that wasn't just where i wanted you to be
like it wasn't where i wanted you to stay

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Poems 14-22 (Fantastic Four Haiku)

The Thing

Said you want it hard.
I am an M. Effen rock!
Why are you crying?

Big Pun and Fat Joe
found cloths that could fit on them.
So now, why can’t I?

Human Torch

I met a poet
His spit was hotter than me
RIK made me humble

Just cause I’m the torch
doesn’t mean I can’t get burned.
Motherfudgin clap

Yeah! You think it’s hot
My anus is volcanic!
Stop all your bitchin’

Invisible Woman

Reed Says I’m special.
So why the fuck is he in
the Invisible Jet?

If invisible
Reed will not see my finger
Reaching for his ass

Mister Fantastic

Didn’t expect this?
Should stretch imagination
Now you are pregnant

Can’t control powers
libido takes over me
Sorry ‘bout this… booiiinnngggg

Thursday, December 3, 2009

day 4: found poem

Is your roommate gone?

no, but she's asleep, which makes this place fair game because i guess she and louie did it the other day when i was napping

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

day 3: tradition

the coward says:
bravery runs in my family

the fat kid says:
i'm just big-boned

the liar says:
truth is golden

the drunk says:
i can stop anytime i want to

helen keller says:
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