People who are generous will never be rich
Yet I do not fight them
I have no stronger confidants
Lose us, saddle us, bridle us unwillingly
Like a stable that knows no unknowns
December 13, 02
Friday, December 13, 2002
Nailbiting
Avoid a massive reproduction
Deny obligatory style
I will only grasp success as myself
But to be like those
Who succeed I feel obliged to plagiarize
Never again create
Use a formula, squeeze my own words in
Pressure forms like a hemorrhage
I need to drain other authors from my mind
Prefabricated ideas and processes are a
Hematoma of the skull that has now
drained as far as my cheeks
Will it affect my tongue? Or pen?
Force myself to continue and something
Lies inky on the page
Maybe not what I intended, maybe no inspiration
But forced poetry creates truth unwittingly
Once in a while a line shines out as a ring
On my right thumb basks in the auburn
Bar light
December 13, 02
Deny obligatory style
I will only grasp success as myself
But to be like those
Who succeed I feel obliged to plagiarize
Never again create
Use a formula, squeeze my own words in
Pressure forms like a hemorrhage
I need to drain other authors from my mind
Prefabricated ideas and processes are a
Hematoma of the skull that has now
drained as far as my cheeks
Will it affect my tongue? Or pen?
Force myself to continue and something
Lies inky on the page
Maybe not what I intended, maybe no inspiration
But forced poetry creates truth unwittingly
Once in a while a line shines out as a ring
On my right thumb basks in the auburn
Bar light
December 13, 02
Pre Birthday
Now I’ll just write – about Ford sponsoring
Absolutely everything – about wheat beer
And my birthday in a day and 1 hour – but
No one to spend it w/.
Now I know why prepositions
Don’t come at the end of sentences.
Who wants an abbreviation @ the end?
Although this is good practice for
A date. Leave them wanting
More is always better than pretentious – too much
About which I must find more about which to talk – pure pretension
Exchange shitty presents and wonder whether
Cursing is appropriate in poetry
I believe it is only calmly. Angry
Swearing only detracts from the apocalyptic
Meaning of my words
I’ll prolly finish a beer before anyone
Who matters shows up. It’s always
Easier to drink faster alone
Unless in a drinking game. And they won’t even
Hire me at Bailey’s
Everything is so much more frighteningly
Poetic in the moonlight or by pen
Somehow key strokes capture
Nothing but words
I value a floating lemon and the girl
Beside me on a bar stool
Who doesn’t even know his last name
The Better Pasta Pot has a colander in the lid
And a nonstick surface
Must like most people here
It’s kinda like the Butter Cutter
I remembered
The book “Who Likes Donuts?” today
My mother sent me Tori Amos in a box
And a faux card offering stars. I almost cried
I was mean to her yesterday
And the day before, but a present from her shouldn’t fix it
Especially since I deserve to apologize
At least I’m not writing on a napkin
It’s hard to write about people around you
When they’re right next to you
When you talk and write, everything
Is very truncated, disjointed and stream of consciousness –
Start and stop – wonder what to say next –
If you should escape and how?
Numb your tongue.
December 13, 02
Absolutely everything – about wheat beer
And my birthday in a day and 1 hour – but
No one to spend it w/.
Now I know why prepositions
Don’t come at the end of sentences.
Who wants an abbreviation @ the end?
Although this is good practice for
A date. Leave them wanting
More is always better than pretentious – too much
About which I must find more about which to talk – pure pretension
Exchange shitty presents and wonder whether
Cursing is appropriate in poetry
I believe it is only calmly. Angry
Swearing only detracts from the apocalyptic
Meaning of my words
I’ll prolly finish a beer before anyone
Who matters shows up. It’s always
Easier to drink faster alone
Unless in a drinking game. And they won’t even
Hire me at Bailey’s
Everything is so much more frighteningly
Poetic in the moonlight or by pen
Somehow key strokes capture
Nothing but words
I value a floating lemon and the girl
Beside me on a bar stool
Who doesn’t even know his last name
The Better Pasta Pot has a colander in the lid
And a nonstick surface
Must like most people here
It’s kinda like the Butter Cutter
I remembered
The book “Who Likes Donuts?” today
My mother sent me Tori Amos in a box
And a faux card offering stars. I almost cried
I was mean to her yesterday
And the day before, but a present from her shouldn’t fix it
Especially since I deserve to apologize
At least I’m not writing on a napkin
It’s hard to write about people around you
When they’re right next to you
When you talk and write, everything
Is very truncated, disjointed and stream of consciousness –
Start and stop – wonder what to say next –
If you should escape and how?
Numb your tongue.
December 13, 02
Thursday, December 12, 2002
Kill the Marketing Executives
All commercials suck
Once on a Saturday we tallied the
Good ads
We found only four and that took
Us three hours and 12 minutes.
We didn’t give up, we just forgot after that.
The Empire Carpet man should
Never pretend santa claus.
Morgan Ferchild will even take
Old Navy’s money.
I would never buy fur
As a consequence of an ad campaign
Or choose fringed boots instead.
Usually they force me to boycott
The somewhat fruitless yet “necessary” path of these consumer products
December 12, 02
Once on a Saturday we tallied the
Good ads
We found only four and that took
Us three hours and 12 minutes.
We didn’t give up, we just forgot after that.
The Empire Carpet man should
Never pretend santa claus.
Morgan Ferchild will even take
Old Navy’s money.
I would never buy fur
As a consequence of an ad campaign
Or choose fringed boots instead.
Usually they force me to boycott
The somewhat fruitless yet “necessary” path of these consumer products
December 12, 02
Stretching Out
Ambition-to-wake groans, crushed and
Oozing like it fell in the back of city
Garbage truck
Manage to love the couch with base devotion
Sprawl and writhe, lie motionless as
Frogless pond scum
Instinctively remember the fetal position
These are things about which one should
Worry.
My skull is a cathedral dome, empty
Except faithed knowledge and hoped motivation.
I move to douche my brain of yesterday’s
Emotional excretion and every day’s before.
Rattle my pen across paper,
Scribble my theoried therapy only to
Discover accidental truths, patterns,
Lights of mirrored sight distance – illusionary
Duplication common in food court
Restaurants.
I have viewed every commercial,
Exhausted every episode of every show,
Befriended HBO like a feral and
Promiscuous college roommate
Living vicariously from my
Cushioned leather existence.
These are things about which one should
Worry.
December 12, 02
Oozing like it fell in the back of city
Garbage truck
Manage to love the couch with base devotion
Sprawl and writhe, lie motionless as
Frogless pond scum
Instinctively remember the fetal position
These are things about which one should
Worry.
My skull is a cathedral dome, empty
Except faithed knowledge and hoped motivation.
I move to douche my brain of yesterday’s
Emotional excretion and every day’s before.
Rattle my pen across paper,
Scribble my theoried therapy only to
Discover accidental truths, patterns,
Lights of mirrored sight distance – illusionary
Duplication common in food court
Restaurants.
I have viewed every commercial,
Exhausted every episode of every show,
Befriended HBO like a feral and
Promiscuous college roommate
Living vicariously from my
Cushioned leather existence.
These are things about which one should
Worry.
December 12, 02
Lying in Ambush
He couches a secret for
Ammunition later
Truths like arrows
Strike harshest
She must read a lot
To think so brutally
He believes he can
Match her ability
-- with practice
Later they will dine
Lay out their words
Like fine china
Sketch and ink in
Formalities
Feign independence and truth
He feels no loyalty
No longer values their past
As one forgets the liberation
Of virginity, yet feeling
Freer without
To let forth fury and no longer scramble
to gather the words he has strewn
He couched this secret to truly sear
Those properly batting eyelids
The world does not disappear when
One shuts her eyes
December 12, 2002
Ammunition later
Truths like arrows
Strike harshest
She must read a lot
To think so brutally
He believes he can
Match her ability
-- with practice
Later they will dine
Lay out their words
Like fine china
Sketch and ink in
Formalities
Feign independence and truth
He feels no loyalty
No longer values their past
As one forgets the liberation
Of virginity, yet feeling
Freer without
To let forth fury and no longer scramble
to gather the words he has strewn
He couched this secret to truly sear
Those properly batting eyelids
The world does not disappear when
One shuts her eyes
December 12, 2002
Motor City Career Path
He’s wondering about his niche
He’s begging for the opportunity to
Prove successful.
Slam his car door and brush the trace of caked
Michigan car salt off his right suit sleeve
Flick his wrist and confidently snap
Southworth Parchment Paper sheet of embellished accomplishments
Flat for inspection
There in the expansive lot of American vehicles
That lug suits, briefcases, little plastic badges with little plastic smiles and blank eyes
Back and endlessly-forth like ants at a picnic
He thumbs the Zippo and gulps in the sweet Marlboro Red calm
Big Brother has nothing on the Big Three but plenty on him
This thought compels him to question whether he
Should feign conformity or individuality
Because “be yourself” only applies to
First dates and even then is terrible advice
Trudge toward the concrete façade
He rehearses the answers he must offer
To sell himself
December 12, 02
He’s begging for the opportunity to
Prove successful.
Slam his car door and brush the trace of caked
Michigan car salt off his right suit sleeve
Flick his wrist and confidently snap
Southworth Parchment Paper sheet of embellished accomplishments
Flat for inspection
There in the expansive lot of American vehicles
That lug suits, briefcases, little plastic badges with little plastic smiles and blank eyes
Back and endlessly-forth like ants at a picnic
He thumbs the Zippo and gulps in the sweet Marlboro Red calm
Big Brother has nothing on the Big Three but plenty on him
This thought compels him to question whether he
Should feign conformity or individuality
Because “be yourself” only applies to
First dates and even then is terrible advice
Trudge toward the concrete façade
He rehearses the answers he must offer
To sell himself
December 12, 02
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