back teeth limbo

teething back teeth molars ‘n bendictril
schizolepathy ‘n nigh quills
they call me quills only to beat the v-cardz
and es’s turn to zzz’s and clay shades ‘n glee shays
‘n shassh hays or hashish
‘n tea bagz on yer nigh stan
too many turtlez in limbo ‘n not enuff in the sea
way man, tonigh man theze planz
cruise n’ fix this crust of bits
tack down t-shirts ‘n u-shirts
epigram epi samp one nigh ‘t
‘n lo ‘n lo
in limbo

Nipple Butter

Teen Angst

I know I said that this blog would only contain my poetry, but this is so fantastic and delicious that I can't possibly deny you the joy of reading it without feeling guilt. I found Teen Angst: a celebration of REALLY BAD poetry in a bookstore in New York this past weekend. (Check out the website. Be sure to take note of the advice at the bottom of the page telling you that "most poems are funnier when read aloud.) What makes the poetry so funny is that *sigh* I wrote really bad teenage poetry (I know, I know, hard to believe) and I can relate. Enjoy this nugget entitled To Kurt Cobain:

To Kurt Cobain
April 12, 1994

Why Suicide?
Someone else should have died
Did you think ahead?
Did you know teh impacts of your being dead?
You're selfish and dead
because you put a bullet to your head
In our hearts you will remain
But my feelings for you will never be the same
Our questions unanswered
The answers are gone
Never to be asked
Never to understand
Uncomprehendible note you left behind
You said you loved us - how so?
It's a shame - a rotten shame
It's done and over
Move on - show's over
Peace, Love, Empathy?
Whatever.

90 sek(0nd) chili Reading

2thpaict' Reading

2thpaict'

toothpaste
twothpaist
tuthpayct
goes on yer teeth
gos ahn yir tieth
goz yon ur feet

90 sek(0nd) chili

in 90 sek(0nds) i got a
)full( workowt
@ the rod(eo) i sipped (& slurped)
hot sauce
*the stuff of life
(git yer tomahawk ready, Betty)
how does *it make (you feel)
he walked away to buy smokes
(delicious)
spiced wit(h garlic) don’t
he spellz (peace) (piece)
& and &
doktor do you co(munni)cate thru
fud?
“porpoise” wants you to skrew
(don’t misplace don’t) misplace
your chili spoon
howz me(gend)her?
hair & curlerz
air)raid( on
yer mouth
(in your
y(ak) canoe –
can no –

Feels just like starting over . . .

I've decided that this blog will no longer host senseless rants and half-baked ideas. Considering I'm a poetry person I've decided to utilize this space to expose my writing to all of you lovely people. I'll be posting a lot these next few days in order to play catch up with some pieces that I'd like to have feedback on.

Here's where I insert a disclaimer (for my own benefit):

I don't consider any of these poems finished, that is, they're all works in progress. I hope that you'll keep that in mind when reading them and providing feedback. Occasionally I'll post revisions and whatnot. Just . . . remember that none of them are done.

What I'd really like this space to become is a place for me to post what I'm working on and get some feedback from people. Like I said in my last post, I'd really love to to get some audio reading of my work so you can hear how I picture it being read and how it sounds to me. I think this space could be so, so wonderful and helpful and I'm really looking forward to establishing something. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, etc. I really want to know what people are thinking.

For whatever reason I haven't been able to figure out a way to manipulate the paragraph breaks in this blog place. Most of my pieces have staggered indentations and sharp paragraph breaks that I'm unable to reproduce here. If you should ever want to see how the format really looks let me know and I'll e-mail it to you in Word.

All this having been said, enjoy the new format and what I've got to offer!

14 Day Writing Project: Lincoln breaths

I've been assigned a 14 day writing project for my capstone that I started today. There's no real structure to the assignment . . . just write something everyday for 14 days. I don't think there even has to be some sort of common thread to what you write, as long as you don't take a break in those two weeks. Although she (Margaret Luongo) encourages us to have some sort of consistency in the pieces. Seeing as my creative writing major has a focus on poetry, I've chosen to write 14 poems in 14 days (so creative). Here's the first of the plus one baker's dozen. If Andrew can explain the process of recording voice on my blog to me I might even attach a reading or two in here as well (which would be both terrifying and fantastic). Keep in mind that since these are (relatively) hastily written they haven't had much time for editing. Maybe that'll come in the next two week segment. Enjoy Lincoln breaths:





Lincoln lifting coffin lids
of his dead children
Washington spiritualist movements
rapping on the kitchen table
take your decongestant and inhale through your noc
and fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffaint from forgetting to repeat
taxidermists
don’t use
my skin
my elbow skin is perffffffffectly in tact
tracks
tax
sharp breaths
scharp
scalping and ffffffffffffffinger decorations
coffin lids coughing
what jokes before your dead grandfather dies from diabeatess

just a piece take 2

This is a piece that Tim commissioned me to write for him. It's (I think) going to be used against some percussion and spoken aloud. The best part about it is that it's basically a collaboration between Tim and myself, which is fantastic. Nothing warms my heart more than Tim treating one of my poems as an instrument in his piece. This was custom written for MTE McCormack, and the version below is the final one. He requested that I change the beginning to suit what he's already written and that I replace some bits with other ones. I'm not entirely sure what this as a whole is going to look/sound like, but I'm excited to find out. Have a look if you're so inclined. It's still untitled, so deal with it.




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just a piece

This is possible this is meringue this limited to twenty-one licks and kicks and oh keep your blue bells keep your sprite cans and recycle icons and two-bit ideas half calendar dates ontime for white lilies or yellow madagascr expressions tentacles with suction cups that suction paper cups does this look brown does this look like the absence of all color blue powders soaps and clean paper post cards from where else blueberry country slang for knocking liquid papers dried up flowers and black scissors that cut construction paper that cut and cut and rip at fabrics with no patterns patterned on hitlerz canoe fill this coffee cup with tea and half a finger of honey mood blues mood electric diamond punch bowls water drops kicking sea turtles kick up sand and blue and green japanese cotton blossoms this is possible this is meringue this is not a chair luther take out marble table cloths twist ties cut ant cut used queue tips edgardo bonilla and antibiotic cold creams bacon high kicks kicking this is possible this is not a snow shovel and this is not the color yellow cigarette butts it can in bank parking lots your sleep number and lo and behold that pirate ship has no sailed but fishnet stockings under blue blazers and twenty-one licks in nineteen ninty seven mammoth grade mem her ease haven't got a bagel and this is either possible or not unnhhhh