The camera trucks through giant concrete letters spelling 1983
Michael J Fox came into Larry Hama’s house
Larry was writing a G.I. JOE adventure,
Michael had to sit silently and wait
the chair he was seated on was green,
when he sat down he disappeared in a shadow altogether
Larry could continue working this way
He finished the story,
put away his pen
“Why, Michael, would you come here and interrupt me like this, I’ve told you I’m very sensitive when I’m writing, I don’t want to be disturbed”
Michael had been silently weeping the entire time,
he stuttered and was visibly ashamed
“I’m sorry, Larry”
“It’s no good, Mike”
“Why isn’t Zanzibar crying?”
“Zanzibar is a dreadnok, dreadnoks seldom cry. Dreadnoks only cry when little kids wave at them in the end of a two-part story, when they’re driving away in a bus, and then only if you’re a try-out member. This could happen to Thrasher. It could not happen to Zanzibar.”
“I’m gonna be a dreadnok!”
“I’m not so sure, Mike. Dreadnoks don’t cry.”
Mike dried his tears with his sleeve, nodded, stood up
Larry followed him to the door.
Summer drive
Felt adult then
Decisive, resolute, impulsive, cool
Drove 200 miles west
Less than two days later I drove back
And got the most drunk i’ve ever been
Puked in a park for two hours
I was so disappointed
We had seemed so well met
a poem I wrote with pussy and post-apocalyptic forebodings in it - “Little Mad Max”, published in New Wave Vomit by ana c.
Alone feel transparent / With someone feel à little amused but want to be alone soonish / am alone, feel need to sort out issues to couple up / worrying about being coupled up
want to hear paul simon’s full catalog at once
i already heard him as jerry landis, but all the stuff he did after that,
hear it in an instant
so i’ll know what songs to listen to of his except for graceland,
seems like he did a lot of shit
don’t want to spend time on going through his shit
hadn’t thought about her all day
at eleven past two i put my head to lean on the keyboard i was sitting in front of
suddenly remembered her, considered writing her
but was interupted by my phone recieving a text from her
“I CAN SAY ‘TAKE CARE’ TO OTHER PEOPLE, SAYING GOODBYE”
BUT WHEN I’M ALONE I’M FIRST TOO LAZY TO GET OUT OF BED, THEN I LACK ENERGY FROM NOT GETTING OUT OF BED TO GET BREAKFAST, THEN I’M THINKING OF GOING OUT TO BUY LUNCH, TO GET A DECENT MEAL, A GOOD START FOR THE DAY, BUT MAYBE I’M TOO CHEAP TO BUY LUNCH
SO I STAY IN BED
THEN I REALIZE I NEED TO EAT TO GET SOMETHING DONE
I BOIL FOUR POTATOES, I EAT THEM
ON THE METRO I FEEL NAUSEOUS FROM EATING SO POORLY
MY THOUGHTS ARE UNCLEAR AND THICK, STICKY
I FEEL RUN DOWN AND USELESS
INCAPACITATED
WORK…
I’M IN BED AT NIGHT, AVOIDING DECIDING IT’S TIME TO SLEEP, INTERNET, READING, WRITING
START TRYING TO SLEEP 2-4 HOURS TOO LATE
WAKING UP IN THE MORNING THINKING “NO!!!! I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP, IT’S BETTER TO BE ASLEEP” DREAMING IS SHELTERED, ABSTRACT, WITHOUT CONSTANTS, THE RATIO CAUSE/EFFECT IS MORE ACCEPTABLE, PLEASANTLY FORGIVING, A SAFE HOUSE WHERE TO STORE THE HEAD
I SNOOZE FOR HOURS
GETTING HUNGRY…
READING THIS THROUGH, KNOWING IT TO BE TRUE, I WONDER HOW I CAN MANAGE TO STILL KEEP A NORMAL SOCIAL LIFE
IT READS LIKE I’M IN A HEAVILY DEPRESSED STATE
NOT IN THE SUPPOSED PROLONGED PRIME OF MY LIFE
IF YOU WOULD’VE WRITTEN THIS AND MEANT IT I WOULD’VE CRINGED!
“GET IT TOGETHER, YOU DUMNKOT…
ASS”
The Scrambler just published my “Skype poems”
My “Skype poems” was just published in The Scrambler’s January issue, #44 - http://thescrambler.com/eng/issues/issue-44-january-2011/skype-poems/ Sweet!
Omegle poem #2
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label ‘Stranger:’. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: fuck you
You: nice
You: be a friend
You: internet is a lonely place
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
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Omegle poem
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label ‘Stranger:’. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: america
You: have patience
You: it is only nine o’clock
