7/31/12

Notes

Your neck reminds me.
Your hair reminds me.
The angle of your earlobe reminds me.
Softness is something we tell
children as they snuggle
stuffed barracudas.

Songs don't tremble on the radio
anymore. This high definition
makes me wonder if anyone hears
me anymore.

Come to the mixer.
Let me stare at the moles on your neck.
I will have their babies.

7/29/12

hipnotizata

hey geys
i am not a mean person
the new calendar just demands i
am reminded of how soft
my skin is
of how
same this song is

i am insanely guilty for all the dibs i called
you can hear me trembling on the radio
oh oh oh
i'm insanely gilt for rolling my rocks around
rutting deep into your flower crown
till i was the killest

thought there was a way to mix us gently
what a chump move
if you want it you must keep slicing off
the tusk before it curls forever

oh no no
i do not mean any more
and let's pile behind the same door
all the something sads in the middle
under the bloodwash beat of
our drumming wings

7/26/12

This Is Me Saying I Can Still Shake My Ass And Cry

i tried to make you
but your neck reminds me
there's something sad in the middle

i keep putting on the same song

no no no part 2 by destiny's child

i don't think i can finish this
this whole thing i'm 
insanely guilty about

do you want it?

i have to be somewhere
but i am not a mean person

no no no

i am not a mean person

i strictly remember 
small inaccessible worlds
i meant to type words
but my blood is washed into me so hard that
this is how i type

i type reiterate
and feel blinded

i need to wonder
but won't remember to

i wander

i'm fried
i'm like i've eaten cake for twelve days
what do i look like to you?

your neck reminds me
of something soft i used to feel

i keep putting 
on the same golf course
even in this hole thing
i'm insanely budding

growing to want it
i want to be somewhere
i want to feel mean-ing-full
but i am not a mean per-son

no no no

no no no

no no no


i am listening to no no no part 2 
by destiny's child
i am typing like crazy
i am not going to stop typing
tapping
until i am done 
tappingtyping
i am floating
i don't know why i'm like this
this is uninteresting
this is what happens
when extension chords
are dragged
to the planet jupiter
this is what beyonce's voice sounded like in 1997
this is what wyclef's life was like when he was still sort of famous
this is before 
"shakira" 
this is me saying
I Can Still Shake My Ass And Cry
this is what everything is
someone in destiny's child
just sang
i can see 
right through you
i can write 
right through 
what you say you see
wyclef says
don't front it
if you know you really want it
there is a harp part
every time i see you
you pretend as if 
you don't want me
what a chump move
a fucking chump move
when you get home 
when you get home
when you get home
you get on the phone
and tell me how much you care
L O L
EL OH EL
EL OH FUCKING EL
this is all so abt how the world works
how human relationships 
are doomed
i don't know
i don't know what to type about
these are the no no no part 2 poems
these are the no no no part 2 lyrics:
 
[Wyclef:]
This is the remix
The jeeps pump this new remix
This is the remix
Radio's play this remix
This is the remix
The jeeps pump this remix
This is the remix
The Refugees Camp have the remix
Destiny's child
We 'bout to set it
This is the remix
The streets pump the remix
This is the remix
Every project, come on, come on
Destiny's Child

[Beyonce:]
Boy I know you want me
I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin'
Won't you say what's on your mind
Cause each and every time you need me
You give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal
You hold it all inside
If you wanna be with me
You gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me how you feel
Cause boy I know you want me
Just as much as I want you
So come and get my love
It's all here for you

[Chorus:]
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Beyonce:]
If you keep actin' this way
You're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play
You better to be playin hurry up
Cause every time I come around
Crews run around your way
I see you on the corner
But you don't know what to say
When I walk up to you baby
You seem so shy
What's the problem baby
Never had a girl like I
I can see right through you
And you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together
Cause you're running out of time
 
[Chorus:]
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
[Bridge:]
Everytime I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care

[Wyclef:]
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care 'bout your size
Girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do
In the hood is stay alive
Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like
No limit soldiers
They went from a dream to the
Young Supremes, sing it girls

[Chorus:]
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

this is the remix
nothing pumps the new remix
this is the remix
nothing plays the remix
close your eyes
your about to be hypnotized
 
i strictly remember
being told
to relax
i remember
small inaccessible words
that used to pour from my mouth
i meant to type worlds
but my blood 
is washed clean
from my hands

it was so hard

i wonder
how much deep fried chicken i can eat
until i eat 
like i look
like i've been beating myself up
with the food i eat
for seventy decades?

what do i look like?
to you what do i look like?

my pinky reminds me
of how hard my blood used to fail
when it was beating through me
it reminds me 
of how soft my skin is
when i am slicing the shit out of myself

 i keep putting off
the end of this poem
this whole thing
is insanely building
growing
this is the remix

i'll have to wonder
but i won't remember to
a single utterance in me
can include
a global release
of auxillary desires
i have called dibs on 
the money
so i can have it
forever

horns and tusks
take forever
to slowly grow sharp

through the first door
is an unrelated pile
through the second door
are three
small, inaccessible seconds
blinded
by my adverse comrade
who has a great tongue
who trembles

it's how i reiterate
i tremble
i'm not kidding
when i say it was me
who rolled those rocks
into your geyser
and ruined the world

it was me

i killed the flowers
i had to be somewhere
but i killed the flowers

i am not a mean person
but if i could hurt someone
i would want to hurt someone
 i don't think i can finish this
i'm insanely guilty
i keep putting on the same song
i think there's something sad in the middle
it's the part where beyonce sings:
Everytime I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care

7/22/12

Bully bully bully bully bully bully punk dork rock bully

I tried to make your CD, but the theme kept getting all mixed up. Your neck reminds me of something french and poppy. I think there's something sad in the middle.

I kept putting the same song on at the end.

I bought a drumstick--
the whole thing
--but now I'm insanely guilty about money. I don't think I can finish this. Do you want it? I only tongued the edges a little.

Dibs on the chocolate tip.

7/20/12

kimododragon

If I could hurt someone I would want to hurt only the person who hurt someone else or lots of people.  I am not a mean person.  I like twinkies and drumsticks (the ice cream kind not the chicken kind).  I tried hard "not to put the song on" for you.  But I have to be somewhere- I killed the flowers in the vase by accident.  

7/18/12

AFTER ALL, IT WAS ME THAT ROLLED THOSE ROCKS INTO YOUR GEYSER AND RUINED IT

only my blood
washed into me but so hard that
not kidding
i had to start a new calendar.
it's how i reiterate

what can i master
trembling in a booth?
not to put the song on
or chew the great tongue
of my adverse comrade. 

blinded by the wall,
i wonder for three seconds
what's back there because
i remember in small, inaccessible.
then pile myself towards
an unrelated forward
through the first door.

tick tick it's drumsticks and not a clock.
horns and tusks grow slowly and sharp.

"let me pay for this upfront
so i can have it forever
with the money i have called dibs on.
include a global release of auxiliary desires
in a single utterance to me
and i'll have to wonder but i won't remember to."

no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.

7/16/12

CUTLASS VI

AMANDA
KELSEY
JOEL
PAUL
SARAH
JOY
THOMAS
JEROD
JUSTIN
RACHAEL
JASON
RUTH
MICHAEL
ERICA
MATTHEW
KYLE
JESSICA
JENNY
ALISA
DEBBIE
JOSH

7/9/12

MAJOR DUDES

i keep having these fucking dreams
where i am told a truth by a major dude
and i awake with these truths in mind
cause bro, why would a major dude lie?

brandon told me it was gonna rain the other day
and i awoke depressed
up early
can't ride to work
almost out of gas
& the smell of the rain on the pavement makes me think
i'm a kid and i can do no wrong, cause there is no wrong

but it's beautiful out and it isn't raining
my mind is lead astray simply by a major dude
it doesn't smell like rain at all

one time i had a missed call from justin
he was in town and wanted breakfast
upon waking, i showered in preparation
for a major dude
before leaving, i am confused by a tweet

when you question a MAJOR DUDE
you question EVERYTHING

siri is a major dude
siri told me it was 8:43 AM yesterday morning-
it was noon

7/8/12

bentshipsm

you forget my first receipt. a wad you dropped into my head. after myself, i consider loving most diffuse. can i enforce the effort? ate my life a rind around it. the oral history sticks in me. all I know is wordless mouthing in there with seedy pulp. fell over "helping". wanted to say how this how has how will my head unburden. hand flatten. thigh turn. tissues steaming loose in an academic field waiting for mindparts to freeze in working order.

7/7/12

Friends Poem

It's always time that makes you forget my first name.  After that we can only talk about punk bands and vinyls.  i consider myself in love with everything.  "ITS LIKE KNOWING THE BUTTERFLIES WON'T STOP". Can I ask, why Arizona?  I ate the best ice cream of my life yesterday and i won't tell you what kind.  All I know is there was baklava in it.  I fell over someone's bicycle.  There's so much I wanted to hear about Germany but everyone else is asking before me.  My head's just on your shoulder.  My hand on your inner thigh.  Remember the marching bands?  They aren't people over there.  Just us.