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- Talk at allpoetry
What’s it like you ask? I can barely begin to describe. Sadness? No. Sadness is an emotion. Loneliness? That doesn’t even begin to describe it. It’s more like fear. Though fear automatically assumes there’s something - Childhood Memories at allpoetry
I was young then
The air smelled of wisteria - [ Let us hold hands and stand silently gazing out at sea ] at allpoetry
Let us hold hands and stand silently gazing out at sea
(and make-believe she knows our names) - The Meaning Of Life at allpoetry
So we died. What was it? We died then. Was it that then? So it was. When was it that then? That minute? No not that minute. Not that minute no that moment. Was it then though that moment not that minute when we first? - [ I hope you ] at allpoetry
I hope you
Like it this - ...Now here this at allpoetry
Now hear this it is not I hear this it is not I who writes writes writes it is not I who writes this yes yes it is I who writes this for you no not for you but for you only and never - [ Now is neither the time nor the place to ] at allpoetry
Now is neither the time nor the place to
- A Preface at allpoetry
Hi. I’m writing a preface to Tom Servo’s new book. It’s a good book. I should know. I’ve read the whole thing. But I’m not gonna waste your time talking about how good a book it is. I’d do that if I thought it would hel - The Origins Of Grammar at allpoetry
The day ripened brightly
Opening up and spilling out - Unsolicited ramblings on a picture prompt by Pablo Picasso at allpoetry
I have some pictures I want to show you. There's a reason Picasso was the greatest painter who ever lived. He could paint your very soul. If he were alive today I wonder what my portrait would look like. I'd hate to even - Razor's Kiss at allpoetry
The razor tilting on the shelf
Is calling like an evil elf - The Blue Rose at allpoetry
Roses are red
We all know it's true - Letter to Tom Servo at allpoetry
This is a desperate plea for attention. Hey, look at me. I can fart my ABC''s. I can jack off 6 times in one day. I'm special. Picasso cheated on every wife he ever had and never even spent time with any of his own children - That's Not What I Wanted To Say at allpoetry
Lying here alone in my bed
With nothing to keep me company - Not Another Love Poem at allpoetry
I can't write another love poem
I've written too many already - Concerto For Rhythm Intrument at allpoetry
Form a line
Form a line left to realign with line lining stiff standing straight - Black Bones at allpoetry
He sat there in front of the haystack
Trying to still his mind - [ The brain paints dust in the air or ] at allpoetry
The brain paints dust in the air or
Blotches on the eye - Bride Of The Moon at allpoetry
Lying naked and still
Cloaked under the - The Final Tug at allpoetry
I’m too far gone for salvation
My whole life has been nothing but - [ Fingers curl at the back of the neck ] at allpoetry
Fingers curl at the back of the neck
Straighten the vertebrae - Look Me In The Eyes at allpoetry
Look me in the eyes and
Tell me what you see - The Jackass at allpoetry
I must be some sort of jackass
Is that all I am to you - mosquito at allpoetry
mosquito buzzing
around my neck - something at allpoetry
you think you can write by wrestling words; unknotting mats of hair is all I know - Inhale at allpoetry
We could never really figure out why
Day after day - Writer's Block at allpoetry
I'm writing a poem about nothing Because nothing is all that I feel - [ Morally degenerate some would have them. Decadent and depraved others would say. There they are now with their penciledin eyebrows, glowing spandex straightjacket fishnets stiff on the tits, blazing celluloid hairspray flames throwing off saltwater sp at allpoetry
Morally degenerate some would have them. Decadent and depraved others would say. There they are now with their penciledin eyebrows, glowing spandex straightjacket fishnets stiff on the tits, blazing celluloid hair - I Am Driven to Tears at allpoetry
I am driven to tears quite easily in fact Tears that wash away all subtlety or - Ode To A Pomogranate at allpoetry
I love to eat you pomegranate Sitting on my stool - Demon Speak at allpoetry
I am the demon Hear me roar and gurgle - Drooping pink beautiful licks cool nibbles at your utmost at allpoetry
Drooping pink beautiful licks cool nibbles at your utmost Furry essence hindquarter parts - My Dog Steve at allpoetry
My dog Steve has a head made of leather and a Tail that’s all wiry like it’s made out of rope or a - Black Humor at allpoetry
Writing rhyme writing verse It’s a crime it’s a curse - True Love #2 at allpoetry
She twists her Contorted face into an
