Sunday, March 8, 2009

I wrote some poems today...

... and I'd like to share them with you.

They are rough, they may have some parts that are desperately calling for a thesaurus, and the first one especially goes on a little long...
but here ya go.

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ODE TO COOKIES
(or, Fuck You, Cookies)

Fuck you,
cookies.

You with your tantalizing eyes
your ravishing lips
those seductive lashes

You gaze at me with unspoken fulfillment of ...

?

Whispering,
Calling,

Promises. Promises. Promises of
What you will bring


What I will


GAIN

Better.

The world will

SPIN

its axis.

Life Aligns itself

All in that first bite of


<3 COOKIE <3

So I run to my Enabled legs
I Race across town

And...suddenly... suddenly...

I'm there

We meet,

I am the fly, Stuck in the Siren call
of the
DoubleChocolateChunk
The Web has taken over
I am PARALYZED or shouldIsay
POSSESSED

DoubleChocolateChunk has become DoubleChocolateChunkandMacademiaNut

DoubleChocolateChunkandMacademiaNut takes over it

has a Mind now

(It's alarmingly like mine)

not whispers but COMMANDS

I obey

Mechanically, I REACH

the PULL stronger than the PUSH



like Martial Arts. A Martial
ARTIST
would be stronger would resist
the SIREN



I am not a martial
ARTIST

I am weak

"that'll be $6.50"

My last $6.50 before overdraft
to pay
bank fees
from this morning's
LatteAndBiscottiIt'sHealthierThanACookie

"Debit,

Please"

30 seconds and it is over.

I am the Weak
I am the Defeated

I am not a Martial
ARTIST

the world spun 360
It lost alignment


I hear a faint cry
I turn my ear and eye in its direction

There is a
SIREN

Now, she is held by a Thin
a Fit
a Hot

"I am her eater and I am not Fat
You can eat me you will not be

Fat"

Martial
ARTISTS would say No

I am not a Martial
ARTIST

"That'll be $8.50"

$8.50 into overdraft
2 weeks till payday
no cash
DebitTransactionsEqualBankFees

"DEBIT"

I am the Weak
I am the Defeated

Never will Life resemble my dream

I am not a Martial
ARTIST

Nor am I a Thin
a Fit
a Hot

I am a Weak
a Lone
a Fraid

I am a Unrealized

Tomorrow will be the same
There is no Change

Fuck you,

COOKIES
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Fuck You, Martial Artists

I am a Weak
a Lone
a Fraid

I see Martial
Artists,

Artist
Marshalls,

Mar-tysts

What the

FUCK

They omit and Enjoy

Life.

I tried

I pretended, once, I pretended

I was a good

Martial
Artist

Artist
Marshall

Mar-tyst

Sometimes

I still

Pretend

Not now.

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(no name)

I see you Eating,

Thin
Why can't I
Still
be Eating

Chewing
Swallowing
Tasting
Breathing

Instead, I breathe and
I feel

Bitter

Bitter

...like Vinegar
on fries

FRIES

would be nice....

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(no name #2)

There is so much

I

Could

do

It's a shame I am


Lazy