Thursday Jun 17, 2004

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MYSELF & THE ORANGUTANG

I demand separate quarters
for myself and the orangutang
his stench is sickly addictive after a while
his bare red ass puts me to shame
and I see no reason
that I should be quarantined with him

Monday Jun 14, 2004

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untitled/unfinished

im not here to tell you what i think
im only here
to tell you how it is

yesterday:
fifty people inhaled
the emotions of a rock star
the man was a twisted
picture of democracy
with a crown on his head
a perfect idol
everyone fell asleep
on the main drag
between fascination
and annihilation

today:
i am standing next to some whore...
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Friday Jun 11, 2004

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Easy Street Cafe': Bowling Green, OH

The sleep stage
existence of 900

sewer rats

drove me to sing

a ballad

about dirty writers and the women who love them

Monday Jun 07, 2004

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The Sound of the Ocean

Dragging the boat through the sand
seemed harder
in my pink bathing suit
I fell entirely into a crab hole
terrified
of the crab so large, it could make such a hole
I dangled at the end of my boat, out of my element, no one to help
me, but a sea shell
who merely recorded my screams
and played...
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Wednesday Jun 02, 2004

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Our Savior

its easter
and im lonely
time for some ressurection
time to leave that old body behind
and make new mistakes
in a different skin
time to stop crying about holes in my hands/ holes in my heart
time to hop around
hop on somebody
bounce endlessly until i pop
i can always live again

Tuesday Jun 01, 2004

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71 South

I couldn't whistle and she
couldn't spit.
Outside Middletown Ohio we came across a carnival
of 18 wheelers
beggin' for a shine.
So we did it up.
She did the windows
I did the tires,
we worked all day
and fell in love
in the evening air
north of Cincinnati.

abracapocus:
The profile pic is Phil Hale. His work is simply incredible.

I found some MP3s of The Detachment Kit. I like their sound, so they've past the first test biggrin. I'll put them in heavy rotation on the i-pod and most likely end up picking up their album. Thanks for the tip!
copafeelia:
To read your poem you'd almost be tricked into thinking that 71 South isn't the most boring fucking stretch of highway on the planet. Very nice. Again.

Saturday May 29, 2004

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Birthday Girl

People hold their breath
when she moves.
It's an exact science,
watching her.

Sometimes she breaks free
of gravity.
She's more special
than moonlight.

Some love her
because she's gorgeous,
some love her because she's smart,
a few
love her because she's funny.

I love her because
it's her birthday
and it just feels right.

Friday May 28, 2004

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Tonight, just like every night

I come home
to sad songs and
television
stiggy56:
I guess I would have to say yes to the crew thing. I have a lot of people around me now, and I'm not used to it. I started my buisness, Flat World Productions, and began making things for my own entertainment. But that was selfish I guess, so I let my friends push me into building the website and the rest I hope will be history!

The first episode of Monster Genocide is done! I'll have it up on the site hopfully by monday! I'm so proud of how it came out. It's classic radio cheese with a touch of the contemerary. The spirit of old time radio is all through it and I feel like Orsen Well's now. Bringing that mans legacy back from the dead is going to take some work.

And I come home to the computer anymore. I understand the sad song but I try not to sing it. biggrin

Have a good weekend!

Monday May 24, 2004

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Jazz (John Coltrane)

the way he led the music
it loved to go with him
he could issue a heartache
at the tip of his hat
his turmoil becoming precision
emotions, with a saxophone in hand
a slow roll issuing
from his stomach
and blowing off his hat

if only my heart could
beat
as clear and deep as his eyes
when he played
leading...
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Wednesday May 19, 2004

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The unfair practice of
catching foul balls.



Once I hit a pop fly into the left field stands, funny thing. About stars, they look just like dreams and there are so many. It's hard to judge, whether to jump three rows, or to sit tight.

Sometimes I'm too short :to see the fireworks :but I see the fire. It has a sound. Whistling and clapping....
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endlessben:
How can I forget the Running Man? I'm such a fool. I hope John Matrix, Commando, can forgive me.
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