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Monday, June 21, 2010

tangled

slick and slender
sipping sour juices
from sourer fruits,
the storm inside the house,
the bee in the jar.

sterile squeeze
sturdy stammer
sticky stealthy stupor
surrender silence
squall swell swine
siempre tuyo
siempre mio
suckle slit seduce.

hammer the heat
hiss, hold, holy.
beneath the
crook of your elbow
lies the dawn of your pleasure.

hip hum host
hasten hither
here, how, hero.

resume, become.
resent, restore.
ruins, rocks, ribs.
rim, rum, run.

lust long luster
languid, loose, limb
(her eyelids pale,
wild orchids in a dark cave).

lucid, lake, loquacious, liquor,
lick her limestone crevice.

lush
rush
hush
(a round stone in the palm of your hand).

hunt
haunt
feather.

lisp,
luck,
lock,
leather.

floor fuck.
grapes, pluck.

plum

plume

pleasure.

Friday, June 18, 2010

poem from 'think tank for human beings in general'

weak

i have come close to sucking my own dick
but have inevitably failed
every time

one gets so close, and then the pain sets in

it is like a kind of sharp spoon or something
digging into your back

trying to scoop out something that is not there to be found

"if only my dick were an inch longer," i have thought

but it is of no use

i have practiced stretching and i have read fiction books
about people who have allegedly done it,
but a book is not what is or was

a book is just a story

and so now i try to persuade other people to suck my dick
or give me a kiss
or sit with me
or talk with me
or walk with me
or something

and i do this while knowing that
all relationships are, to some degree, a power struggle

and that the power gets moved around from time to time
is what keeps things going.

an example of this would be how tonight
i wanted to see you so badly

but you had other plans with other people
or something.

i have tried thrusting my penis into the dirty cunt of power
and tearing it to shreds

but my penis was not large enough.

i have tried giving a piece of my penis to everyone,
so as not to be discriminatory or
hierarchical or
something

but my penis was not strong enough.

'is my penis inadequate'

'who will nurture an inadequate penis like mine'

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this poem has been posted for promotional purposes in regards to the release of the second edition of the poetry chapbook think tank for human beings in general.

more information about the chapbook this poem appears HERE

jordan's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

richard's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

Monday, June 14, 2010

Poem from "think tank for human beings in general"

excuse me

when i was younger i would say things like
'i wish everybody had a video camera filming them
so they could see how stupid they are'

'stupid' meaning
we are hurting each other
and it is difficult to see it

but if we need cameras
to feel the weight of ourselves
we will only feel
less 'real'
like untagging your name
from facebook pictures
or getting 'obliterated' every night,
waking up with chunks missing
from your pillow

we should sit in a room
and not say anything

we should sit in a room
and let pieces of the ceiling
fall onto us, unflinchingly,
as our faces strip off
layers of themselves.

maybe,
but if you want
to go buy cigarettes
i will probably make
the walk with you.

excuse me

for all things

i think i want

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This poem posted for promotional purposes in regards to the release of the second edition of the poetry chapbook think tank for human beings in general.

More information about the chapbook this poem appears HERE

Jordan's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

Richard's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

10 poems from 'i am like october when i am dead'

climbing onto this church

thank god

carrying a giant rake with me to scare walking individuals


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good fucking lord we enjoy the wheat season in michigan


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reading marx on a bench in september in michigan
you are gone

for lunch i had peanuts

i dont talk much

the clouds


*


i am eating a slice of white cake

a bird sings by my window

the son of a bitch


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i recorded a video for jack horkheimer on new years eve in my dads driveway and i forgot to email it to him

damn, i still havent emailed this video to jack horkheimer


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god help me im throwing my neighbor off a building


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i am like october when i am dead


a wheelbarrow dispensing chalk lines, that is how silent i am

there is my hand

i am like the killers of people


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oh     you have a smock on  


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the hymnal at my grandmothers funeral says ‘wives be subordinate to your husbands, as is proper in the lord’

five months ago i saw a video of a dog being thrown into a garbage compactor


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mother fucker, i rented a movie and recorded over it with two hours of myself         
 

on the video i am shouting compliments at my family

i burn my car on purpose

its january

i greet myself at the beginning of a great career

Saturday, June 5, 2010

A Syphilius Now

stepping closer to the middle of nowhere
no ravine or cliff in sight
angry that my only option is to drift
until I sight a ravine or cliff

I fear growing old and dying
I long to grow old and die

I can feel my brain shriveling into a raisin

I can mumble but I can't breathe