when you can't tell methane from Mexico
liz paula
liz paula
Mar 24, 2014

When is it that you've had enough
when you can't tell methane from Mexico
and the bruises on your knees
resemble the hickies
from the drug dealer boyfriend
you left last summer

I remember him very well
and picture his blurred face
Looking at me longingly
from between my legs

he was sweaty
and I was vulnerable
and he used every inch of my body
to convince me of his desire

but I dont mind
and an certainly not shameful
of that curiosity I developed
for telling skunk from week
and the admiration
and sexual frustration
for the cholo type of boy

sometimes I miss you
but maybe those are nights
that I'm not getting any

Joel M Frye
Joel M Frye
Feb 9, 2011

Conjunctions creak, the adverbs ache,
nouns bear more than they can take.
Verbs are screaming for Ben-Gay
while pronouns atrophy away.

Adjectives have lost their bite,
possessives just give up the fight.
The subject's upset, naught agrees,
which weakens metaphoric knees.

Contractions all together moan;
the objects better left alone.
Ah, life is at a frightful stage
when poets and their poems age.

"The Minister of Silly Poems will see you now." :P
2-9-2011 JMF
ya see i was having fun throwing methane smoothies on dad

i got up, after a dream of distraction


ya see i was having fun throwing methane smoothies on dad

trying to get rid of his old man look, so his next life can be superb

you see, as i was up there, i heard paul berenyi, say

i wanna beer with brian, i wanna have a beer with him

because we have chucked too much methane on my dad

his past living, will be dead ya see

then up came the mafia, and took me aside

and said to me, stop protecting ya daddy

or we’ll never protect you

you see i poured more methane on dad, yeah

i found that sort of rad, and other people said i was crazy

and i hate that word oh no

i would love to have a beer with brian

cause i think he’ll be rolling in dough

then the mafia said, ok, let’s take brian allan to the guest home, that’s cool

drinking with brian is cool yeah, and it breaks no rules

i am a family person, but people like me better as a hooligan oh yeah

because i wash my hands clean od all that nonsense of the past

but if ya want me to bring it back, your a flaming fool

asi tipped methane on top of dad and said go home, ya old fogie

the mafia went up to me and tipped a gallon of methane on me

to kill me telling the streets my previous life story

so they can plan or attack each person at random

i am not surprised i have come second class

i was stuck in a HOTEL singing i just haven’t met you yet

ya see everyone says, you must get up and say, gett the world

and leave brian, and anyone who has become his mate

mind you this causes an uproar with all the people who went to

the woden special school in the 80s, who met brian, and teased brian, badly

and each mate went up to brian, and said brian we just teased you

brian said i am not a freak, i don’t appreciate being called a freak briand said

and his mates said, how does it feel being called something you hate, brian

brian said, when i was young i was trying to be a little cool kid, to all my matea

so stop calling me a freak, looking like me, to scare me, ya cunt

and they said, mate, we hate you brian, cause you used to shit ya pants

even though kids are inexperienced and i don’t shit my dacks as an adult

so leave me alone, i am a queer person, but the fungus on feet, isn’t that bad

it’s only the young dudes, who don’t want to catch diseases, they should get a life

that is what kids said in my generation

my feet are alright, ok, i don’t think it’s bad fungi

but i really can’t sit down for long enough to bathe my feet

what with my tapestries, and writing, and my mind races

i would want athena to rid it from up there

you see athena has fixed my mouth, so i don’t need to see a dentist

so brian, save the last dance for me, yeah, i am your best dream

julia clarke, i never liked ya at school, because you were with the nerds

i need athena, to rid my fungi and make me feel great by room to move

i still don’t think i am old enough for feet bathing athena

how would ya feel if you had ya old fogie squirted like ya dad

LEAVE YA DAD ALONE, OK, HE’S BETTY CAMPBELL

Methane
nivek
Oct 6, 2014

propellant
that's
what
you
are
High
Octane
Petrol
Gasoline
Jet Fuel
Methane
Carbohydrate
Rocket Gas
Gas

inhaling our methane
Jonny Angel
Jonny Angel
Feb 26, 2014

Hunkered down,
freezing in nylon
we spooned,
hugging one another,
inhaling our methane
& laughing,
as gale-winds screamed
all around us,
the only sounds we heard,
high up on the cold shoulder.

Water vapour, methane
AD Mullin
AD Mullin
Sep 21, 2014

Miller-Urey II

Abiogenesis
1953
In process
Inorganic --> organic
Four pillars
Water vapour, methane
Ammonia, molecular hydrogen
And the quintessence:
The Spark of Life
A proto biogenesis
Or just genesis for short
Bio is redundant
Cause life always finds yaweh

Original written 36 hours ago

http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/1790122/abiogenesis
ETAMOL, WITH COCA COLA AND FLOURIDE AND METHANE IN MY SLEEP, AND DUDES

THIS IS AN UPDATE TO MY TEETH


YOU SEE, I HAVE NOTHING WRONG WITH MY TEETH, ANYMORE

I TRIED PARACETAMOL, WITH COCA COLA AND FLOURIDE AND METHANE IN MY SLEEP, AND DUDES

I DID IT THE EASY WAY, YOU SEE, ATHENA, HAS CLEANED MY MOUTH

AND GET RID OF THE YUCKY CAVERTY, IN MY MOUTH, BY POURING

METHANE INTO THE MOUTH, MAKING IT SORE FOR A WHILE, BUT

DUDES, IT WORKED, I HAVEN’T HAD A TOOTHACHE FOR 1 WHOLE WEEK

AND I AM KEEPING SEEING ATHENA, TO AVOID FUTURE PROBLEMS

I SUGGEST THAT EVERYONE SHOULD TAKE MY ADVICE, IN BELIEVING ATHENA

IS THE DENTIST UP IN THE SKY, THE SLEEPING TEETH THERAPIST SO TO SPEAK

YOU SEE I BELIEVE IN ATHENA, THE SLEEPING TEETH THERAPIST

YA SEE I WILL KEEP YA UPDATED, DUDES

sprays a big dose of methane, i do this, to avoid

the update on my teeth worked on by athena


you see, i take paracetamol, and brush my teeth

and i am sure the coke helps it as well, and athena \

sprays a big dose of methane, i do this, to avoid

going to the dentist, and with the paracetamol and fluoride

and the gas in the coca cola, with the dose of methane

it really leaves my mouth very clean, and cavity free

you see i recommend  athena to everyone who is poor

fillings ain’t really good for you, no, what fillings do

is put too much chemicals in your mouth, and

your mouth feels cleaner from what i do anyway

you see the paracetamol really relieves any ache or pain

and the gas from the methane and coke, can get into the mouth

and then the fluoride as you brush, can also clean and clean your teeth

and athena’s way might sound unrealistic, but, dudes, it works

and it’s more relaxing, and i can’t feel pain no more

doctors and dentists on earth will disagree with this

but why is it working, in my body

so, who needs earth dentists when your got athena from above

methane entering the atmosphere at an exponenti

I have a home made of poems
what if this is this poem
is in the last hundred years of human life
you know
the exponent
has been born
exponential shit
didn't really happen but that shit
is happening, you know
methane entering the atmosphere at an exponential rate
and shit

I am sleepy
and the ocean is sick
meanwhile
I don't fucking know
my dreams die
I don't fucking know....

I feel so lost and so found simultaneously. I exist on both polarities and I try to piece them together like two puzzle pieces but in reality I am two repellant sides of a megnet, you know. that is what my mind feels like, and htat is how it's destroying itself. though my interpretation ought not be binary, I don't fucking know. I wish I knew more poets. but I don't know them. I wish I knew more artists but I see them suffering for their art, so heavily, becoming performers when they want to be artists, I don't know. they aren't mutually exclusive. I don't know.
I don't know.
 
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