Fear And Loathing In Northern New York

MANIFESTO

2006-05-04T22:23:00.000-04:00

I am who i am and this is my manifesto
I do not believe in God, Fate, Faith, Heaven, Hell
and if you base your life upon these things
you will miss out on all the flavor and fruitfulness that is life
many of you, capitalists, worry about whether you'll make 6 or 7 figures
Its just paper, let it go, things cost money, deal with it
if people weren't busy buying $200 pairs of jeans etc. and
thousdands of Millionares and hundreds of Billionares
perhaps there would not be so many homeless, jobless, poor
mental patients offering me 40 cents for a cigarette
the world.....oh the sweet world......the smog...the pollution
Homosexuals cannot marry and Jews apparently have alot of money
let it go everyone. stop caring. live your life. do what you please
be like me. minus the self-diagnosed psychological disorder
people like you make people like me drink.

THE BUKE

A Day In The Life Of A Confused Mind

2006-04-30T23:20:00.000-04:00

Should I go to class today?
Why do these cigarettes burn so fast?
How far does a skunk's scent travel?
I thought today was Thursday?
I go, I goes, I'm going, or have I gone?
Doesn't this guy have Lennon hair?
Isn't this a school of technology?
Am I the only one who sees Socialism as a good idea?
Is anyone else pro-choice?
Are you preaching to me, evil Father?
I'm the only one who voted for Nader, aren't I?
Am i becoming cliche yet?
Should i stop hoping for a nuclear Holocaust?
Freddy, Jason, or Max Headroom?
Beatles, Zappa, Dylan or Hendrix?
Sleep?

Underpaid Psychiatric Theraputic Convenient Store

2006-04-30T23:14:00.000-04:00

Once an hour, easily, someone walks in, makes eye contact,
and spills their day on the counter.

Since I have nothing better to do, execpt shove slices of American Cheese in my mouth,
I listen.

Deat cat, hospitalized dog, father disowned him, mother sleeping with his father's brother, wife divorces.

I nod my head, in an attempt to console this fool,
who still won't tell me exactly what he wants.

Ten minutes later, the coffee he poured five minutes ago now empty,
he stops to breathe and refill, I turn and walk.

Just as I am about to turn the corner, the son-of-a-bitch asks for something,
a pack of cigarettes.

He grabs the pack, tears off the wrapping, then throws it on the counter,
like I'm a fucking janitor.

I throw his trash away and he makes for the door, cigarette lit before the door closes, what a douchebag.

I fling the swinging saloon-style doors open,
making my way to the backdoor, to find my co-worker.

Lighting up a smoke of my own, I tell him about this guy and his rant,
when I realize, I'm doing the same thing.

2006-04-25T23:13:00.000-04:00

America Continued

2006-04-20T22:22:00.000-04:00

For Allen Ginsberg

America I've gone dry
Penny Pinchers and Politicians
Coffee Two Dollars plus a cup
The homeless Veteran, a fifth of Mad Dog
America You've gone to shit
I'm Twenty One and drunkard
I blame You America

You make Me pay for alcohol
Yet I cannot drink it outside
I pay for my tobacco
Yet I cannot smoke it inside

America You have failed me
Again and Again You
You are a neverending Letdown

I read and study hard for You
But I still cannot afford to attend my School Of Choice
I work full time to survive
Yet Petrol is close to half my hourly wage
I am told I need a calculator
Yet I can add the numbers mentally

America You Disgust me
Your pointless Wars and computers
Forgotten Poet lingo/language/speaking
Fidel left in right field
I Loathe You America

I pay my taxes
Yet I get no refund
I dropped the soap alone
Yet i feel you behind me

You corrupted me America
Perverted Priests with Vices of Lust
My right to eat meat on Fridays
You make me laugh, America

I don't belong here in your womb
Yet the Umbilical Cord is still tight
I do not like You
Yet i wake up in/next/around You

You won't let me download movies
music, programs, documents
But I do
I cannot speak my mind of You/God/President
But I do
You're unjust, You're non-existant, You're an idiot
What do You plan to do about That?

The Natives were herded like Sheep
Remember The Holocaust?
Senator McCarthy, Lee Harvey?
Gein, Dahmer, Bundy, Gacy?
Manson Manson Manson?

Gates, Walton, Branson?
Greedy Money Hungry Swine
Your Deciples make me wretch
America You are not mine

Due to the face that You
America Fuck Me Everyday
I do not live elsewhere
That's why I,
I am still here

Girl

2006-04-18T23:08:00.000-04:00

we watched a movie
you fidgeted alot
hard to pay attention,
when you are here
I'm no good at sappiness,
so this is the best you get
Narnia Isn't real
Neither is God
or Santa.
Mal

My Jesus Return Day

2006-04-18T00:00:00.000-04:00

I unlock the door and They pour inside
Like royalty caught in the rain without an umbrella

10 am drunken Mother aged 45 Years
side by side with 14 year old cracked up pregnant daughter
Looking down upon me, handing mom the family cigarettes
"Dang, you've been here all weekend. Must suck for you."
Silent response....."I have a job. Who sucks now?"

The hungover drunken bum, thumbing his last four dollars
to have me prepare him his only solid meal of the day
Sure to return later with empties in exchange for fulls
Still slurring "Have a happy Easter brother."
Openly replying "Keep On Keepin On."

Afternoon batch arrive in their sunday best
Rubbing their eyes after waking up at the Pew
All Jesus did on Friday was "hang around"
Then we hid the Eggs on Sunday
and Blamed it on a rabbit?

The lights are turned off
They are outside trying to get Gas
Fathers Sisters Clergymen Patrons
The spark is ignited and the Book In my Hands

OPEN WIDE THE GATES OF HELL! THE LOWER HEAVENS BENEATH YOU,
LET THEM SERVE YOU! GOVERN THOSE WHO GOVERN! CAST DOWN SUCH
AS FALL! BRING FORTH THOSE WHO INCREASE, AND DESTROY THE ROTTEN!
NO PLACE, LET IT REMAIN IN ONE NUMBER! ADD AND DIMINISH UNTIL THE
STARS BE NUMBERED! ARISE! MOVE! AND APPEAR BEFORE THE COVENANT
OF HIS MOUTH, WHICH HE HATH SWORN ONTO US IN HIS JUSTICE! OPEN THE
MYSTERIES OF YOUR CREATION, AND MAKE US THE PARTAKERS OF THE
UNDEFILED WISDOM!

Blue Light Shuffle

2006-04-15T04:56:00.000-04:00

In the spirit of the Steve Allen Shoe, I have an exercise for everyone.....if you are interested.

1. Write something, or use something you have already written
2. Try to say it aloud over some jazz or classical music.
3. Send me the song and the peice, and if you do not want to speak it I can record them all and make a cd of it.

Musical Suggestions.

Duke Ellington
Coltrane
1812 Overture....especially the ending for something angry
Billie Holiday
Bach
Vivaldi

Literary Chaos

That's My Cigar
Ah You'll Steal Another
Hey Bummers We Got Work To Do
Since When Did You Become Me Mother
Hey, Who Asked You.

Not sure why I put a Newsies song in here. But dammit is that a fine movie.

I Am Pissed Off At

2006-04-09T04:00:00.000-04:00

I Am Pissed Of At The Bible for brainwashing the unknowing
I Am Pissed Of At Mark David Chapman for assassinating John Lennon
I Am Pissed Of At Priests who carry torches for kids who carry candles
I Am Pissed Of At English books for not even mentioning Jack Kerouac
I Am Pissed Of At late night television for showing garbage
I Am Pissed Of At that nobody understands the way my mind works
I Am Pissed Of At Yoko Ono for breaking up the band
I Am Pissed Of
for all the right reasons

Uncle Charlie Commentary

2006-04-02T17:32:00.000-04:00

The Car driving toward the Red Curtain

I am God I am Satan I am White I am Red
Curtain Car Commie Blood
Driving into Desert Doom
Myterious like the wind
Psychotic like a Manson
Cactus Erectus Barricades of Demise
Thoughtlessness approaching the Red Wave
Crushing the spine of the condemned
Or maybe, there is a circus on the other side
Clowns and Candy and Elephants and their Excrements
Flung toward the crowd by the Monkey drinking Scotch
Catch it Kill it Off with its head
I hope it isn't a circus behind this curtain

Berlin Wall Photograph

I am High I am Low I am Hitler I am Jew
The east The west no freedom to choose
Rifle-bearing towerman like a sniper in a library
Single File Move Go March
Blonde hair blue eye kill the Gypsies Too
Layer spaced walls like a mouse in a maze
Death To all, Cheese to None
Wearing the Uniform mindless and Dumb
Yellow mark of torture having no Fun.

Weird Osmosis Looking Thing

Between the Bars yellow and red
Cigarettes aren't that color so what in the hell am i talking about?
I see furious moving hands scribbling every last thought
I go a little slower as to not get caught
up in my words is where the mind lays
intellectual arrows pointing opposite ways
Are those bubbles? Purple Rain? HAHA
I'm lost and confused usually abused
Back to the top of the slide
No paragraphs or Wire Hangers now

Whitman ampersand national security

I watch you face to face, Homeland Security
Expidited Removal of the others that are to follow me
Improved Technology, it awaits not, neither time nor place
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky
Border Infastructure saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water
Project myself a moment to tell you, the men and women saw it all
State and Local partnerships, fugitive operations,
What is the count of scores between them and us?

Lady Liberty

I carried the anthem convinced it was mine
Robot dancing uniformed puppets holding the line
The land of power-hungry
home of Charles Manson
With instability and an old rusted statue for everyone
to look and wonder why its there? Whats that floating
in the water? What? Mysterious Object tossed over
The White House Fence? Yankees sign Johnny Damon?
It was an empty Bic Mac container? Shooting in Queens?
Irish community pissed off and rioting about the green being at the bottom of the light?
Red. .....Socialist Men Under Red Father? SMURF?
Bill Murray was in her head one time with Dan Akroyd
I wonder what she is thinking about?

Jesus Saves, Gretsky Scores

2006-03-30T22:03:00.000-05:00

Tall and slender
Dripping wet moisture
Melting in my hand
A condensating relationship
Over again and repeated
Until the dozen disappears

As I too, into the insane asylum
That can no longer be described
As wild and crazy, however
Unpure and tainted
Now worldly acceptible in the eyes
Of the inebriated prophet

Cursing the temple of salvation
Or the feeding ground of perversion
Spitting on the ground as i pass
Turn around and back to Camelot
To have another round-table glass

The playground of the wicked
An edifice of beverage
Should anybody tell you
Your pastor was just here?

Conventional Brainwashing

2006-03-28T23:27:00.000-05:00

The youth of America is a rather touchy subject for alot of people these days, with everyone wanting to be socially acceptible and politically correct. Pardon my language, and this is not literal, fuck the kids. You can notice them, doesn't matter where you are. All mindless robots.

They roll out of bed in the morning, using their cell phones for alarms. Applying the proper amount of hair gel, grabbing a studded belt, pre-ripped fashionable jeans, a pop-punk band shirt, and perhaps some bracelets, out the door the children run off to school, making sure their iPod batteries are full and the playlist is on shuffle.

They are annoying and piss me off. Many of them need lives because if they love and do whatever MTV says, then these young ones have no lives. An obssession with MySpace is nothing to boast about. If you have a picture of your favorite band on your camera phone then you should be sterilized. American youth always tell me that their favorite Beatles song is Let It Be, therefore just basically should remind us all of the faceless children who walk blindly into the meat grinder in The Wall. The thought of them someday running the country makes me lose sleep.

"Good Morning Youth Of America, The Earth Says Hello", would be the quote delivered by myself my first morning in the White House, outside on the lawn with a cigarette and cocktail in hand.

One must wonder what sensory stimulation this "mass" gives off. Well, they smell like a rotting corpse, look like Boy George, sound like screeching tires, appears to be a walking billboard, smells like teen spirit, look like Carson Daly, sounds like a Flock Of Seagulls re-visited, quotes Napoleon Dynamite, most like pansies, and they stagedive as all my friends and I move to witness face meet floor.

At the Primus concert i went to, the little ones there, who only knew one song, were talking loudly and pissing me off, until i said something. This is an imaginative monologue of what the girl said about this afterwards.
"OH MY GOD! We were at the concert, I forgot what band, anyway, some asshole was all like shut up and we were like hey dude we paid to get in here too. Totally, ew, the guys there were not cute at all. Like, my fake ID didn't even work and it was a total drag. Well i have to watch The OC, ill totally like call you later."

Coeds of the ages 14-17 have little uses. They are good for a laugh when you are bored. They have no classical knowledge and can be dolled up at anytime, like a life-size Barbie/Ken doll. If they are talking too much or being loud, you can usually spit beer on them while they simply take up space. They could be thrown in front of a train if you go on a violent rampage, or can be discarded anytime almost anywhere for whatever reason you may want to make up afterwards.

An excellent conversation between a friend and I.

Me: Those middle-class pigs shouldn't be let out in public, the SWINE!
Him: All they need is a little guidance.
Me: Fuck that, lock them up. Give them anthrax. Kill the parents. Quarentine.
Him: Now you are just being stupid.
Me: How would you feel if you had to talk to people on a daily basis at your job or just walking around town or school and having to attempt to engage in a normal conversation with someone who has the "why read the book ide rather watch the movie" mentality and end up listening to them ramble on about how they didn't have the right jeans they wanted at American Eagle so they had to get a razorblade and put the cuts there themselves?
Him: You need help man
Me: *as i flip over the table* Eat shit. Fuck The Kids. Kill, liquidate, Fuck the Machine, Bomb a G8 Picnic!

The buy clothes from Hot Topic and do not know who the President is. I remember some of them calling me old one night because i was listening to Jimi Hendrix and the song wasn't Purple Haze because that is the only one they know. My favorite thing about them, is that I'm nothing like them.

Turn on, Tune in, Drop out, raise them up, knock them down, educate, facilitate, communicate, excommunicate, instigate, perhaps liquidate, dont procrastinate. Day by day, minute by minute, second by second, we can save them from eternal damnation and people like me writing peices of work about them.

I Saw It

2006-03-24T07:59:00.000-05:00

I saw it, face down in Maroon Sunshine
The realization hit me hard
The disgust running through my veins
Rather than the normal shot of clear liquid
Which makes me oblivious to anything around me
Whether anything mattered or not
It was just laying there bleeding and
Logged with regret and negligence
The flies and bees swarming all around this exquisite corpse
To deter me from attempting a quick grab at it
I come back in the evening to find it still there
Untouched and ignored
Carpe Diem I say as
I pounce and rescue the poor soul
From desolate deterioration
The spine reads Breakfast Of Champions
Lets clean you up and get you on my shelf

OH NO TREVOR WROTE A LOVE POEM

2006-03-23T22:12:00.000-05:00

When i saw you, you were just there
I inquired of you to many around where
we were all at our desks anticipating
what sort of tryannical governments
this odd looking lady would be asserting
but at every glance at you
my stomach would keep hurting
the way you felt as i touched you with my hands
When i got you home, i could turn you over and over
Oh PaperBack, I've never met another
who im love as much as you

Magneto

2006-03-13T12:20:00.000-05:00

Using Dr. Robert's link posted on his blog for the Magnetic Poems, this is what i came up with.

a poets heart with nothing or all
and the wind and skies
writing poetry are muses
western written were
in sweaters of fades
gone every night
to bed be death
one by surprise
mine but life
appears covered
a day of dews
arises
here comes the sun
laughing little letter later lightly echoed

Kerouac Inspired Collection of The American Haiku

2006-03-08T20:38:00.000-05:00

The Father of
the American Haiku
Is Jack Kerouac

Break the tradition
long lasting and accepted
Time to change

The Dead Child
prances
when on cilocybin

Three lines cannot describe
exactly how much
i hate people in general

My sanity is something
abstract that was lost
long before i was informed

Standing in Tiennamen Square
i hold my head high
and feel the bullet entering my skull

My leg has fallen asleep
with thirty minutes to go
I will give it the rest it needs

I wasn't alive
when he was shot
but i IMAGINE what the world felt

Eric will travel
to Europe and beyond
without getting up from his chair

It doesn't take much
to write this
Dance Puppet Dance

Lock all the doors
Board the Windows
nobody gets out alive

Tangled words escape
up into the smog
in blue black skies of death

There is no god
from what i've known
to be true in the past

This Image Came To Me In A Dream Today

2006-03-07T23:30:00.000-05:00

Kick me off the platform im on, I'm gloating too much

2006-03-06T23:38:00.000-05:00

In celebration of my peice entitled "Desolation Plane" making the second from last page of this week's Tribune (Big Step for Me), I wrote a short peice in the spirit of the Kerouac Haiku

Reading the last page
of The First Third
I laugh and interrupt class

Dont worry Little Buddy
soon he will
take us from this Island

B/13 slide to 3
strum then 2 then 1
Helter Skelter Intro

Here Is Another One

2006-03-06T00:14:00.000-05:00

Setting Example

2006-03-05T19:03:00.000-05:00

This is an example of setting I found of our Burroway book.

Nude Interrogation - Yusef Komunyakaa

Did you kill anyone over there? Angela shifts her gaze from the Janis Joplin poster to the Jimi Hendrix, lifting the pale muslin blouse over her head. The blacklight deepens the blues when the needle drop into the first groove of "All Along The Watchtower." I don't want to look at the floor. Did you kill anyone? Did you dig a hole, crawl inside, and wait for your target? Her miniskirt drops into a rainbow at her feet. Sandalwood incense hangs a slow comet of perfume over the room. I shake my head. She unhooks her bra and flings it against a bookcase made of plywood and cinerblocks. Did you use an M-16, a handgrenade, a bayonet, or your own two strong hands, both thumbs pressed against that little bird in the throat? She stands with her thumb hooked into the elastic of her sky-blue panties. When she flicks off the blacklight, snowy hills rush up to the windows. Did you kill anyone over there? Are you right-handed or left-handed? Did you drop your gun afterwards? Did you kneel beside the corpse and turn it over? She's nude against the falling snow. Yes. The record spins like a bull's-eye on the far wall of Xanadu. Yes, I say. I was scared of the silence. The night was too big. And afterwards, I couldn't stop looking up at the sky.

No Rest For The Wicked

2006-03-05T03:16:00.000-05:00

This is the soundtrack of my night/life

Mr. Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan
Helter Skelter - The Beatles
2:45 Am - Elliott Smith
James K. Polk - They Might Be Giants
Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan
Tangled Up In Blue - Bob Dylan
And You Bird Can Sing - The Beatles
Keep On Rockin In The Free World - Neil Young

and finally........

My Back Pages Live - Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Eric Clapton, Neil Young, George Harrison, Roger McQuinn, and I think Jeff Lynne is in the background

There are many places
the white doves flies
before crashing carelessly
into the window of
the Office Building you waste
your days at

All Along The Watchtower

2006-03-04T03:58:00.000-05:00

Today in my English class with Ms. Daniels we had to make our own one sentece poem mimicking WIlliam Carlos Willams' Wheelbarrow poem ....let me know what you think. I can only post one because that is all i can remember at the present time.

So Much Depends on..........

The speaking guitar
of feedback
and muffled distortion
shouting the beginning
of a Revolution

if you cannot get some setting from this than ive lost all hope for mankind

My Humument

2006-03-01T19:13:00.000-05:00

Voices

2006-02-27T23:29:00.000-05:00

some come and go
some familiar
some i do not know
some similarity betwixt them and I
some tell me to do things
some scream no
some frighten
some produce laughter
some say take off
some beckon have another

A Fareweill To Arms is the best book I've Ever Read.

2006-02-26T03:39:00.000-05:00

See Photo Above: Don't Drink and Think you can play "Tangled Up In Blue" by Bob Dylan because neither you nor i can.

I do not normally put lyrics to songs on my blogs, but for this song i must make an exception.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Of course, this is a masterpeice by the Walrus. Alot of people think that Paul was the walrus beacuse john said it in Glass Onion, but John was being nice, Look up the lyrics to the song entitled "god".......it will tell you everything you need to know about life.

McDonalds has Shamrock Shakes now

2006-02-24T04:05:00.000-05:00

As i was sitting in one of Ogdensburg's finest establishments tonight, i realized the one form of buisness that seems to fuel all small town economies. BARS. Ogdensburgh has 13 alone. That is just amazing.

PS. I am wondering if i should cut up a Kerouac book to make a Humument. Do You think i should do it? *I'll use the Subterraneans because i didn't enjoy that one as much as the Dharma Bums*

Sheik Yerbouti.

Alliteration

2006-02-19T19:37:00.000-05:00

I dont want all you people getting soft over vacation. So i am calling for some participation in this one. I want you all to think of a famous alliteration that you have probably heard a hundred times in your life and post it as a comment. I want to see what i get.

ATTENTION CLASSMATES

2006-02-17T11:54:00.000-05:00

many of you may be wondering why in workshop today i was extremely bent on relating everything to some sort of aclohol. I remember Dr. Robert telling me one day that William S. Burroughs, as a writing exercise, would go around and only focus on things of a certain color. I am warping that somewhat by picking a certain topic everyday and reading or writing peices of literary insanity and trying to apply that topic to everything i read/write. So, i apologize for the outbursts if they seemed unneccesary to some, but it did help me out somewhat in developing my genius. Apologies for the inconveniece. Beat.

monotonous mathematics this one rhymes

2006-02-16T21:03:00.000-05:00

Intellectually desensitizing math class
sleep everyday, bet you i will pass

doodles on my paper, with my head down
pop up every now and then, to have a look around

Mothers, Grandmothers, people not like me
Mathematically elevated, this is not the place for me

Venn Diagrams concerning the flavor of ice cream
I am drinking in the back, in my gonzo-beatnik dream

I need to escape this elementary learning
Pick up Cassady to satisfy my learning

Attempting to test our critical thinking
Looking at the old women without even blinking

Last class of the day, then i am off to work
If i showed her this, she'd be hurt, probably call me a jerk

Today's Writing Exercising Of The Demons

2006-02-15T12:10:00.000-05:00

I know right away i'm goin to head over to the soup kitchen for some food, followed by a jaunt across town to beg some money from the business people. Next, ist to the store for some wine and cigarettes, possibly over to Harvey's for a syriate of the Divine Nectar. I'll top off my day by stealing an apple and a newspaper and sneak into a jazz club. To hell with the new style. You call that music?

Reinacting the days of Gillespi and Coltrane, sitting in the shadows so i can enjoy the music uninterrupted. Of course I'm speaking about the music in my head. The bouncers at the club know me all too well. There's no chance in hell i can get in there undetected. I'm sitting in a park under a willow tree; eating my apple, drinking my wine, smoking my cigarettes, post nectar shot, and reading my newspaper. The paper is talking about weapons of mass destruction. Music keeps playing, I stay reading. World keeps spinning. Not to mention the car bombs continue exploding and the churces are still smoking.

Hey hobo, put the bottle down and get out of this park. We dont appreciate the likes of you around here. What did you just say? No...Fuck you buddy. You're going downtown. Put the bottle down. Don't make me use this. You broke my nose you sonofabitch. Get back here. Dispatch, this is Officer Swine, I've got some local street trash for you. We love little ladies like yourself in city lockup sweetheart. What The Fuck? SSCCREEEECCCCHHHHHH! Dispatch, the bastard kicked the window out i may need back up. Wait, nevermind dispatch, the wino will probably be dead my morning anyway. Besides, i don't want my coffee to get cold.

Childrens Literature

2006-02-14T22:13:00.000-05:00

kids time for bed im going to read you a great story
its about a man with a beard who walks everywhere
i know it sounds boring right now but he turns water to wine
everyone gets drunk
the shepards stagger to impregnate the sheep
the apostles sway over the the shepards mutant daughters
One of them is so drunk he thinks he can part a body of water
dont question it children or you will go where the bad people go
NO drinking NO smoking NO adultry
ANTON LAVEY

Abhor

2006-02-13T00:28:00.000-05:00

My Loathe,

We've been together for so long and nothing can compare to how much I Loathe thee my fiend
Our Loathe can never be broken by anyone or anything
These random sappy lines about it are being replaced by Loathing my fiend
Display of it is widely acceptible
Not on this page my fiend
Hoping to view a nice poem about it
Sorry to let you down my fiend
I'm sure someone out there is saying how they it someone
where i happen to loathe it my fiend
So here is my farewell transmission from this loathing universe where I dont' belong
There's a nice warm seat waiting for you in hell my fiend

My Hotcakes were Cold

2006-02-12T18:53:00.000-05:00

He was the kind of guy who lined them up when the boss found out who they really were. A hot sun beat down on the dry and dusty atmosphere. The pueblos were vacant with the news of a discovery of the moles in the community, except for those in the white robes and face masks who were working painstakingly under the extreme heat bulbs blazing down upon the white gold. The kiss of death is placed upon the forehead of the forsaken ones; standing in front of the bullet hole filled cement grey wall. As he puts the blindfolds on, the words escape: “I’m a licensed lawyer with a 4.0 from Harvard. I guess El Padrino can buy anyone”.

5am drunk eating mcDonalds

2006-02-12T04:56:00.000-05:00

The horn blows and the engines cool
Conductor walking up and down
checking for stowaways
he did not notice me
in plain view of the stars
smoking my last cigarette
the last sip of wine
stare off into the night
waiting for it to end
will it ever end
probably not

beat.

Perfectly Punctuated Palindromed Packed Prose

2006-02-08T11:47:00.000-05:00

Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo

The dark musty smoke-filled corner
seated a lonely man in the crowded room
dead soldiers stacked on top of one another

Crimson and Clover; Blood Luck
Sillhouetted body reflected in the leaks
Black White Greg Shiny Silver

Martini in the morning
breakfast of champions

pilsner at noon
lunch of the warrior

Johnny Walker at Eight
Dinner of dedication

off into the wild crazy night
in constant search of a midnight snack

Ah, Satan sees Natasha.

Its called the Aristocrats

2006-02-06T12:06:00.000-05:00

The greens
of the Ganges, flowing
love Is Pain
In the day
not in the night
Afternoon Delight
An Extreme Appetite
of hunger
Makes my stomach growl
Like A Werewolf In London
Larry Langed like a lizard
Small and thin with his tongue out
ready to get pierced
Feeling the neelde go through his skin
I cringe at the thought of it happening to me
Luckily i was only there to get a band aid
My finger was bleeding badly
From the axe cut
Mud is cold
especially in the winter
The snow falls all over
the edge of the cliff
was too close for comfort
When comfort was not an option
she took on water
to wash her pussy
too bad her wash cloth had sand on it
So she never got clean
The End

Instant Karma

2006-02-05T03:22:00.000-05:00

Illuminated Glare from the frozen tree branch
footing across the bridge of despair
Dark water underneath my temporary body
Broken Down Kitchen Appliances on the wet grass
third block on the right
hazy air and raindrops on tin roofs
The smoke exiting my lungs
A front door leading to place
I can no longer see straight

We all shine on
like the moon
and the stars
and the sun

Watching Zappa and Sedgwick Videos All Day

2006-02-02T19:12:00.000-05:00

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and
sat down under the huge shade of a Southern
Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the
box house hills and cry.
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron
pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts
of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, sur-
rounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of
machinery.
The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun
sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that
stream, no hermit in those mounts, just our-
selves rheumy-eyed and hungover like old bums
on the riverbank, tired and wily.
Look at the sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray
shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting
dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust--

Even though i stretched from the assignment we were given, I did
find a poem with an excellent example of imagery. This was written by
Allen Ginsberg in 1955 and its titled "Sunflower Sutra". This whole
exerpt paints a complete picture. Long Live The Beat

Who Do You Think This Guy Is?

2006-02-01T20:29:00.000-05:00

Come in
What the fuck do you want?
Yeah, you look like you need some more.
Its not done yet.
Few more hours
Quit breaking my concentration
The whole building will blow up
come back later
I SAID DONT BREAK MY CONCEN....

Heaven

2006-01-31T22:08:00.000-05:00

Heaven is the Ultimate Reitrement Home
The Spirits are Safe and Free To Roam
Saints in robes Angels with Wings
You can do nothing or everything
Clouds and gates
No Work you wont be late

Too bad nobody lives there
Too bad nobody will ever live there

New Years

2006-01-31T01:45:00.000-05:00

Gather Around Everyone
The Ball Is Going To Drop
Drink Massive Alcohol
Stand Around The Robots
Stare Into The Box

Wait For The End
End Of This Universe
Meaningless Encounters
I'm Done With This
Encounters Aren't The Only Things Meaningless

EXMAS

2006-01-30T22:55:00.000-05:00

Who are you talking about
this one named Jesus
Mommy told me Santa Clause
Is the only one who sees us
this white man with a brown beard
walking he has no car
sounds a bit weird
to me this Caucasian Egyptian
Apostles enscribing the wrong enscription
Bleeding upon the cross
He did not die in vain
He told me this just last night
My friends say i'm Insane.

Frames

2006-01-29T23:16:00.000-05:00

24 hours attributed to one day
16 in my monkey suit
3 credited to sleep
1 to this

Walrus

2006-01-29T14:11:00.000-05:00

Lunacy surrounding the Lyrics
Everyone listening Empathetically
New Wave Peacenik Nation
NeedleMan Musical Nose
Overwhelming Angry Offense
Nobody knew Ringo was Neutral

Tribute To A Fallen Hero

2006-01-27T01:09:00.000-05:00

My Name Is Frank
I Might Be Moving To Montana Soon
To Get Away From My Mothers Who Invent
And My Girlfiend To Forget About Her
Because Broken Hearts Are For Assholes
Not To Mention The Hot Rats Were Eaten By The Baby Snakes
Dynamo Hums All Too Often
I Won't Where The Huskies Go
No I Won't Eat The Yellow Snow

Ink

2006-01-26T01:02:00.000-05:00

Low humming buzz
Needle penetrating
Relaxation overwhelming
artwork taking shape
connecting the dots
Human Skin for the canvas
Always proud of the pain
A Walking Masterpeice.

Desolation Plane

2006-01-25T19:05:00.000-05:00

Drearily galivanting a street of open doors
Screaming for my entrance
The angry dealers and worried mothers
Attempting to locate a form of gratification
This wine begs at me to move onward
Across the Desolation Plane into utter quietness
And serenity, the calming sounds of running water
THe only place I call home
The Desolation Plane

Sick

2006-01-23T23:40:00.000-05:00

A human being, by definition
present day is swine; a pig
Grunting, dirty vile creature
no sense of compassion
Chivalry a characteristic long deceased

Rape, murder, negligence, genocide
The future will imitate the past
a nonstop reinactment of our ancestors past
Shaved heads, persecuting the innocent
Government spankings for open mindedness

Young adults clumping literary works
five lines at a time
with no thought of those before them
no worries what the norm may think
even if the structure resembles some beat

Heroin injections for those who require it
Packing a fresh bowl to get through the day
sucked in by the majority
Neccesary for me to have a drink
But haven't they done it before too?
Kerouac, Burroughs, Hemingway, HST

I never fail to contradict myself

Abstraction and Originality
looked upon as weird by society
The Beatles never got any shit for it
Profanity provides a hook in writing
The mind loves to read one

Sickening

The Manson Family, nazis, Jonestown
Brainwashing isn't that hard
I gotta make it home in time for the OC
MTV poisoning easily manipulated teens

Blisters from practicing for the NBA

Roll Over Beethoven
Fall Out Boy is tearing up the charts
Hitchcock's ghost haunting
those who were in Saw II
Sorry, John, you saw something
in her nobody else did

I just hope Hunter is never portrayed by Ben Affleck

The Wilder-Pryor Connection
Nicholson's Easy Rider
Depp's Dead Man
Zappa and The Mothers
Do your homework children

Imagination is what you know