hellopoetryr5
“From the flyer: “Their intent is to target street artists and vendors as a means of regulating and controlling the community’s use of public space, for the benefit of expensive galleries, fancy restaurants and developers. The effect is to better provide the capital-owning business elite with a controlled and sterilized neighborhood full of passive armies of docile workers and obedient shoppers. Their ambition is to redraw urban geography according to profit motives, and convert public and social life into the plaything of the private interests. This amounts to an attempt to rob us of every free and spontaneous aspect of our communities and our lives, and replace each of them with no alternative but submission and the compulsion to consume.”” / / ''The Cold War isn't thawing; it is burning with a deadly heat. Communism isn't sleeping; it is, as always, plotting, scheming, working, fighting.'' / / -Richard Milhous Nixon
Why’d ya open up two? she asked.
Two what?
Bottles of wine, she said.
I didn’t think you’d like what I was drinking.
Lifting my glass she said, It’s bitter.
After a while she asked
You want the rest of mine?
Then left her drink and opened a book
Watching TV
At the same time.
Before she went to bed she called
Are you just going to sit there getting drunk
And staring at that candle?
Later on that night
She woke up crying
And I had a dream about Christ
Nailed to a rocking chair grandfather’s clock.
source:http://www.nostroviatowriting.com/skinning-honesty.html
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
life is so difficult out here in the stars
the rain drops come through the windows
and cover the whirring electronic devices
that are not happy to be wet
at all
i **** out **** poems too like pretty often
are you writing a poem?
yes
starcraft 2 was a game of the past
now i hear the whirring of the tower fan
whirring out and making a better than sound
equal to
look at the face= defeated
lets talk about poetry sometime
and gg
beautifully done
a couple of days agone
five years
scowling cat be gone
******* family doesnt allow for
and it's ok
sorry to be not
i see
sorry to be
and
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
shoot cupid in the brain with a .50 calibre bullet
flatten love under the treads of an army tank
draw and quarter hope and nail its limbs to the wall of a church
drown holiness by tying a rope with a rock at the end of it around its waist and dumping it in to the arctic waters off nunivut
drag peace from a chain behind a pickup truck for miles till its head comes off
run a marathon for the good times and die of exhaustion on the finish line
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
**** the sun
**** the clover
**** the grass
**** the blue skies
**** the fluffy clouds
**** the trees
**** my shadow
**** this pen
**** the prairie grasses
**** the oxygen
**** the fungus eating that tree
**** the singing birds
**** the humid air
**** the peaceful afternoon
**** that ever present drone
**** the space between two objects
**** the white butterfly flying randomly
**** the birds mating
**** my finger prints
**** my fingernails
**** consciousness behind my eyelids
**** the wine in my eyes
**** bees
**** ants
**** flowers
**** the humid afternoon breeze
**** the sign that says private property keep out
**** the mating calls
**** the chirping birds
**** good health
**** bad breath
**** instant gratification
**** ****
**** black/white spotted cats
**** the tree shadows
**** the swaying grasses
**** the yellow garden hose
**** the chaquita banana box
**** getting lucky
**** guys walking their bulldogs
**** the thin grasses
**** the sun on my back and neck
**** the indoors
**** the outdoors
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
good morning
toothpaste mouth water
slug juice armed wrestler
though the thought about water
was a yellow snapper
a formula for not being
in the same room with different people
slug on the keyboard
making trails and
i saw you in bloomington
that's where it was
and holy ****
how did that happen
?
you usued to be a drunk
talking about
how **** was going to hell over there
and now you're a
guy about the age of my uncle
smoking j's out of the ventilation fan
talking about how ***** giong to hell "over there"
and i'm saying yea...it sure is man it sure is
and you're thinking about how
how i talked to you and left you
because that's the way it happens in the movies
and you gave me a free bike tire
and i thought you were quite fun
for someone who
was a drunk and a pharmacist at the same time
but that never worked out because
you lost it all to alcohol you said
and that's some scary **** how
close my city is to that city
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC