Tag: Poetry

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

Earthly irreverance is boring
worship the all
worship the all
worship the all
start with cerebus
move to postcard art and
binders – keep the tv on
listen to billy graham
worship the all
kiss reaguns arse like
barbaras unleash
inner demons in nike
resteraunts hang out
at gazzarris go until
its all broke or at
least you are don’t
sleep or work
worhip the all
with complete hippy apathy
running from beawarson
pubescant lust toward
tunnelrs of felini busts
of devinici and freuds
lock and bull philosophy

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

13-part Security Sonnet Psy-Kill
A Quantumm Poetic Maximum
Treatise subliminally
designed to destroy
faith in all systems
loose structure

4 x 3 + 1

Up -> Down -> Though –
Up -> ” ” <-|
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#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

Prozac Victory
To winston & Victor
“And in the end … “

The cost of freedom is
more then 4$ parking
and 3.50 beers

You got it all
but you wnat more
And so does everyone

And it all depends on
the read
wheelbarrel
So much so that
this is just to
say – RELAX.

Chemical injestion, verbal progression
Hate, Rage, and wit
all types of fear
float Down stream

Actions aren’t unique
movement is the only
definition

Clarity is useless
Focus a fraud
let it hang out
The farther the better
let it be – generalized
existance.

Get in teh 2-door
toyota and drive away
over the hills home
Through speed traps and
visions – hotels and
hot dogs

Never stop to pretend
cause I already spent
7.50 and I am
not buying.

If my message is not determined by what I say deconstruct lit crit shit
or how I say iit gestalt principles in music and sound then upon what is my vision conveyed.

If art mimics the form and not the content of life and art is life, then forms are the tonly realithy. If, however, Art is not life then the honesyt of fomalism still remains.

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

Pizza Poem

the turnip is cut with a scyth
the cycle roles over with falling dust

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

Less then the first four

Screaming
over exstasy flash back
and better places
living the edge at
cut city
Dream scapes recombining
into pointless corners
uncovered

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

Dream Journal 2-11-91

Woke up and 1/2 my head was shaved – 180 pound 10 year old sat giggling on the couch amused at my bald left half – shrieking I woke up.
Laying next to lisa
Thirsty
Down stairs (manhunter in reverse)
not the righ cup
not a quenching drink
back up – and to bed
to sleep
etc.

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

7:15 Blues

I knew the time before I looked.

Reminding me that I already
have it and that if
I could convince you of
it

You’d have it, too.

I pause watching the
lonely beta fish begging for a
fight – but finding only a mirror
turns his attention on dirty
rocks – nothing to win – nothing
to loose

Zappa and Ebert are
one
really

And the clock slowly melts backward.

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

To destroy Time
Melt it – throat thrown back – eyes sut in rapture – wooden bargber poles splintering – broccoli gods unleashing cruel plagues – carneverous out brreaks – self preservation – new born children confused by All – salinity returning to the cells – Expanding but not healthy – only to return.

With Times resurgance of
gereative prowess
And forgetting alternatives –
Destroys the true Platonic

Fuck Time.
Death on his schedule
Life a gift – Shit!
Fact thats all time sees.

Unleash then the interanl
sunshine of time
Corrupting purity
Blasts of electrical
sensuality more pure
because of the salinity

The coactal reworking
of noun verb (subject
predict) Live Live Live
only nouns have
been liberated and I want
action
now.

If I was looking
for a voice
I would not use a
pen.
dig.

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

There is no deadline to Education.

With 4 billion people around
one would think we would
rush less
the volume
the vocation

All is necessary, yet
little is manditory
Paricularily today.

I want out of
the hydrogen jukebox
An explosion of the new
mentality – beyond
apathy.
A return to form
yes
Dancing feet
grazing on new found
dung – with joyous
abandon.

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

Mamory biscuspus
they all mean
the same thing
A gas lamp
illuminting lover
forgotten dove
In the flicker
flame of un-
wanted love
I still see the
amorphishm the
flame doesn’t die
Yet we all need
the same thing
the same flame
Which illuminates us
all in the same
room.