"June’s inflatable sorrows"
bicycles wreck on wet mornings
before you wake up. everything
happens before you wake up.
pills make you sleep but it’s
never hard for you. if sleep is
the cousin of death it reminds you
of your cousin Marcos who’s
funny af & once hooked you up
with a case of miller lite when you
were seventeen & it was like
you won the lottery, motherfucker.
your cousin is superchill.
all the ppl who die on the news,
like the bicyclist who did this
morning on the wet June road,
have cousins & families & facebook pages & fragile little lives that can get so messed up before you wake
up in the dim light of pre-coffee
am, the empty weight of your own
lack of grief illuminating the kitchen.
This is good poetry
Someone saved my life tonight and it was rock and roll.
Hamell on Trial, “Artist in America” The Happiest Man in the World
God’s a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs.
You can stand in the corner but you’re never going to win that way
Watsky, “Ghost Party” from the album Watsky and Mody
A HORSE CAN KILL YOU BY STOMPING ON YOUR HEAD
A horse can kill you by stomping on your head and
there are so many beautiful things that can kill you.
One time you were murdered by a cloud that looked like one of the less famous U.S presidents.
At your funeral everyone all destroyed themselves and each other.
Everyone is a cliff you are standing on in the future.
Everyone is your dog’s stillborn child in the past.
I would like to go to the grocery store
With you and buy bread.
Art by Mark Dion
Come and jam with us my friends
Anyone want to take a look at some poems I wrote and give me some advice? Or vise versa, I’ll give you my opinion if you want it too. The reason I ask is that I am putting together an e-chap and I want to make sure the poems are good. If you are interested just message me.
Yo let’s do another POETRY JAM
I will post the rest of the poems from Jam 2 today and tomorrow and then we can do Jam 3 tomorrow when I get out of class so starting @ like noon EST and going on and off until probably midnight
O strange phantasmagory
That will not let me be
When I would follow glory
My shadow follows me
A.E. Coppard, “The Shadow”, The Best Poems of 1996
Poetry Jam Sesh #2!!! Represent!!! This one was written by myself, tarantulasagna, hermaphroditictelephones, and I believe one other person contributed a pair of lines, but I know them only as anonymous hedgehog. If that was you, feel free to take credit!
(sorry it took so long to post it…I’ve been getting settled into college at Hofstra University and it’s been an exciting and hectic week)
We got the soundtrack and we already have two poems! Now we just need some people to come on over and JAM THE FRICK OUT MAN!
HERE’S THE LINK!
I wet ahead and set up the document for the poetry jam right now. If you want to collaborate with myself and others just click it and come on by. I’m gonna leave this open all day and just see who shows up. I might not be there the whole time but I’ll definitely be on tonight at around 8 or 9, but feel free to write whatever or edit whatever’s there. If there are two people there, work with each other and make something! Please no vandalism/ abject deletion of things.