Ginsberg wrote in his poem America:

"I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. ( Read more... )

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I just absolutely love this poem, love this poet- get yourself a copy of his book fast- Alex Lemon Mosquito

Juke Joint

I'd strip, peel myself to show you
the jukebox of hearts. Still,
you'd frown, say thats nothing-
a foot pressed into river mud,
movie dialogue edited for TV
where the bad guy turns cotton
candy. Boxer-veins streaking
he forehead, he aims ( Read more... )

Today will hopefull be like when you were in highschool and its chicken nugget day and you get 6! instead of 5 ( Read more... )

Cameos in Insomnia

Cameo- a smile-
faces that come back to me
in memories I play in
when the night has taken my thoughts
jumbled and rejumbled,
a knappy knot of dread in my hair
where I tossed around, with the names
with all the places that don’t coincide
with those whispers to a timestamp
where memories recall you
in that place, remember him/her
in that ( Read more... )

Tie-Wraps

Mom I think we may have a solution-
tie wraps, hold down the things we want
to scream at, when words could not be the solution.

I left behind, on the back of, the other side of
Dykmans farm, far up in the mountains, 4 sighs, and I gulp.
Traveled back to the place where a carton of milk is 10 miles out.

Spent a childhood ( Read more... )

A Walk on Vetrans Day

I decided to walk, a euphamistic statement for I have no car
I stolled along the sidewalks in the rain, following
footprints encapsulated- solid in the cement, pressing my feet into them
hopscotch, dodge the rain drops, I’ve walked a block.
My sneakers, squish squash, playing Marco Polo as I
Passed a war vetran like a figurine all ( Read more... )

Seriously People, I'm Okay!!! Just for some reason pumping out some depressing poetry today. But when you camp out in the cave, well this is what happens with me, poetry poetry poetry! I guess I had to poke it with a stick (*wink)

Car hit Telephone Pole Flipping and Injuring 3 teens Friday on Dover Road

What I saw was your halo, was a halo
white haze ( Read more... )

After I went to the cave and wrote some poetry I'll probably never post, I came out of it and had a blast writing this only slightly depressing poem.

The Monkey Tree

Its gone from you-
                       to the trees flanked in ropes,
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" the spirit of love survives to ennoble our lives if we have the wit and the courage and the faith- and the art! to persist. "

~William Carlos Williams