| Drunk Author: |
drunken_editor |
| Description: |
- Lighthouse 1999 |
| When: |
3/17/2005 8:55:20 AM |
| Why: |
I was drunk and I am a poet |
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| - Lighthouse 1999 |
Lighthouse Oct 2, 99
10/2/99
Notice the title of
this
Particular nothing poem this is
once again nothing as
nothing as the rest of
My Poems Over
the Past 20+ years.
Yes a Poem about nothing
a Poem
About DRW
An enterprise?
A genius?
An Artist?
A computer geek?
A web Guru?
A nobody?
this concludes this
Poem about nothing
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10/2/99
Still a new place
and still the same
so far great place
don't expect a great Poem
mace in your face
What can I say
women
certainly abundant
like nuclear bombs that
lets face it
you and I can't obtain
at least one that works
- is active
This "Einsteins" bar as moderately
crowded as usual
what a great place
and what a small crowd for
such a great place.
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10/2/99
I will never know
this beer's real name,
its name e=something
Don't care
very good beer
The beer in Utah is nothing
but Utah seemed like danger
I felt safer down town
in New York City
than walking around a
Suburb of Utah
Proud
something there isn't true
isn't safe
but the waiter at the Big
Buffalo restaurant in Utah
was one of the nicest
I've had
e=mc^2=give me another
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10/2/99
Why?
because if I was to wear
my mold collecting "programming"
lounge around squalor, T.V.
watching shorts any longer
they might barf their toxic
strength upon my worthless
powerless cluelessness.
And
back to why I'm in
Cashmere suit and
at Einsteins
Ask my father about the
tailor made cashmere
ask my loneliness about
the shirt and tie
ask god about me
ask Einstein about "Einsteins"
ask the waitress why she
wears sparkles on her face.
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10/2/99
Why do I write poems
in well formed SGML format?
To be different
but even more so -
for lack of any better ideas
yes -
an artist with no ideas
you get the idea
yes
no artist at all.
no mind writes these poems
not one worth quoting
- nor one worth noting
not a poet nor gentleman
not even everyman
- not a word to say
no product to sell
Just a scribble from me
To convey HELL
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10/2/99
My prolificness is near
to over
My name could be rover
- wish my cup would bend-over
I cannot write
I have no sight
I cannot Rhyme
yes out of
- money
- time
- health
- patients
- companionship
- lovers
- discovery
Wow, what a stinking poem
Like rats without homes
A nomad without destination
A sea without a faucet
A peace keeper without grenade
A war without enemy
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10/2/99
Given that it should be
impossible for a thoughtless
man to be out of thoughts
Its true we are.
I'm only still writing
because I'm writing about
thoughtlessness
have nothing to say
no one to lay (haha)
So I write only to waste
your time
a breast hard by a lime
slurp mind slime
how effortless to be thoughtless
It's much warmer to try
to be alone when we're alone
warmer that the
burning pain of wanting to be warm
while utterly alone, forever
alone
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10/2/99
Healthy
Wealthy
Wise
a talk of bad poetry
how easy to write poetry
when you know you're bad
- know it all stinks
Oh how easy it is to
sit and write many poems
and to reach your goal
when your goal is only
Bad poetry
not Healthy
not Wealthy
not Wise
from this we all decide
from this most of us are so
- what do those of us who are
not great do?
We amuse ourselves I guess
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10/2/99
So She wanted to sit by us
my friends the Browns and I
She doesn't say hi
- probably bi,
the manager of "Einsteins"
doesn't remember a face
Probably doesn't want to
- has short hair
is it glue
that sticks it to her head
head -
an issue in bed
And sparkle Seashell
the waitress from Hollywood
acting school she goes
from tired waitress wake up being
to actress line learning
speaking and seeing
Beautiful staff
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10/2/99
Guess this means to go
Just was outside-outback
heard a cook laughing
like he was watching
(sentencing)
A man go to hell
Who never expected to
an evil laugh of victory
"Sicktory"
and Seashell says
"hope to see you again
after I tipped her 120%
- ever notice that the more
you tip these nice ladies
the less they respect you
the less they are
the less they'll end up
with.
This is the end of 10/2/99
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