October 4, 2008 – 7:22 pm
Fear is a Rapist with papers–
Convicted sex offender–
So, keep your distance.
Listen, I know–
I have a witness
From the stars
And evidence–
Exhibit A:
My rectal scars. Read More »
September 4, 2008 – 8:18 am
A Mermaid named Nala
Met with Jessie the Rabbit
To discuss what the Old Adage say.
While sharing a laugh
For each less than better half
(Fixed Fools who were long drawn away),
They pushed through the portal
Of the detailed dwelling
Of Wally the Wolf at bay.
He showed them his knife,
They giggled more than twice,
As he outlined why they should stay: Read More »
August 14, 2008 – 8:51 am
Two eyes show two streets separate.
The one walks along normal, like it has
a day to live out. The other mimics it.
Forgets it. The other wanders about
smelling its own sidewalks and imagining
cars skimming the ground upside down. Read More »
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I have a friend who says the “N”:
A Whiteboy who’s crazy as sin.
“What up my ‘N’!?” when my call
Reaches him. “Nothing much, Homey,”
I reply with a subtle stall
In my mind: “Sticks and stones is all
It would take to break his bony
Ass. Read More »
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Rise and Shine,
Wake and Bake,
Eat the Cake
After some Shake ‘n Bake…
We, the Potheads, sure Love
Pissin’ Smokey off by Not
Bearing with Him:
Forrest fires everyday,
Forrest fires e’er’day.
It’s just a plant
Mr. Military Man,
Put Here for We,
Does you understand? Read More »
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An audio recording of this poem is available below the jump.
The poem is read by the author.
Enjoy.
- The Editor.
That’s just messy, Jesse,
You are not Kanye,
Though, your rhymes
Are on time,
You mucked up
Th’other day. Read More »
When I was younger I would ask people the following question: If you could be immortal and all you had to do was chop off the head of the person you most love, would you do it?
Most people would look aghast look and scream: No!
I, however, would laugh at them and tell them that I would happily take off my beloved’s head in exchange for immortality. My reasoning would be that my beloved would love me so much that she’d want me to live forever and give myself to every generation after hers.
I stopped asking this question when I grew older. I realized that no one would love me that much.
I’m kidding. That’s not why.
I stopped asking this question because as each day I grew closer to death, I was less inclined to desire immortality.
This can only mean that while I fear death, I fear life more.
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When I say to the world that men and women are the same, I do not understand why everyone points to their private parts.
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Around the time that Muhammad was singing the praises of Allah, there was Muzahim al-Uqaili, singing lamentations to Allah. He wrote about love. Says the poet: Read More »
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She will come
Oh, yes! She will come.
If I have to sprain an ankle,
She will come, she will come.
She makes like she won’t,
but that is just dumb.
Before the cock crows thrice,
She will come, she will come. Read More »
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As hours flop,
And hours top,
And wiggle
side to side,
I laugh my self,
Guffaw my way,
Chuckle stuff
I have tried:
I feel it best
that I confess:
I have been
Called a quitter.
Just today,
I thought and lay
About a mound
of titters. Read More »
The thought of it excited her.
She discussed it with her tender peers.
They were open with anticipation
For confirmation of their fears,
For reprieve from waiting,
For a taste of the Garden,
Which lay in their heads ahead
Where exposure hardens.
The touch of it fulfills her.
She gushes it to her curious mates.
They are anxious for information
To process on prying dates,
To understand what lies ahead,
To shed away the prim,
Knowing what they are in to,
But now what’s into them?
Read More »
