| Drunk Author: |
everyhuman |
| Description: |
Just needing to get out |
| Location: |
Chandler, AZ 85224 |
| When: |
1/10/2008 12:57:19 AM |
| What: |
Stupid poem |
| de comment: |
Bad and boring. This poems sucks. |
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| Haven’t been out |
fuck
Haven’t been out
to a bar alone
writing those poems
for over a year
over two maybe
and what comfort
to see
about my poetry -
Badness!
Not an ounce less bad
than ever
like riding a bike.
napkin 2
Yea fuck yea
all the cliché
it’s the -
distorted meter,
erratic rhythms
nothing of this
bad poetry skill
lost.
to years
- of added experience,
and ineffectual learning.
But
otherwise everything
is new. This poetry
the only part that’s
plays the same
otherwise, in this world
this strange certainly
things have changed,
or - more frightening,
the only other possibility
If things at a bar,
drunk poetry writing
surroundings without change,
good lord, then,
this poet has changed
moved so far
to some other place
that not a single
element outside the badness of
this poetry sees visible,
it’s HELLO, unrecognizable.
Napkin 3
the assortment here singing
with full heart
being in bar spirit,
New York!
Brand new start of it!
He sings playing his crowd
By me walking
the attention not wanting
Let’s get to drinking.
Napkin 4
Where tools hide
way past this finding,
sitting - drinking,
Right this moment living,
I wonder.
These breathing are real
not digits,
of the computer bringing,
but here - even singing,
what do I do?
I have no ideas. SHIT!
me a glass of ideas
on ice please, thanks.
Napkin 5
Where was it all
woke up today
and realized I
was gone.
Was it a burning out?
Heart break?
Was it the now
revoked guru
who gave me 5 or 10
times maximum of
of multiple doses?
The guru cured
the depression or psychosis
did we kill the patient
to cure the prognosis?
I just woke up
wherever I’ve been
looking around
it’s all fucked up.
I went to sleep 3
years ago - woke up
today - to see everything
gone. Nothing to show.
Napkin 6
And now the girls
start coming -
was alone at this table
now to come their asking
about this poem
about our home
I’m gone.
To leave girls alone,
just for now and go home.
But, I’m back God damn it!
And, I’ll return
here soon,
and then I’ll
let the girls back in.
Napkin 7
So again
to end this
poem I tell
you, I ask you -
if in BDBP
poetry you’re not
finding - blind
my friends,
let’s cure
our looking.
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| Author, everyhuman |
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