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rob-cochran
rob-cochran
Born in Globe, Arizona. / Went to college in Santa Fe, NM - studied theatre. / Lived in Seattle from 1991 - 2005. / Began writing poetry under the name "Jason Matson" in 2003. / Moved to Mexico for five years to work on a documentary about World Citizenship. / Now living in Portland, OR since 2011. / Also goes by the name BajaRob and HypnoRob
I’ve spent years Insisting I was right. Now, all I want Is to be wrong. Stay.
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Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 10:22 PM UTC
Stay
This is stupid! I’ve been beaten and abused, Mistreated and used. And yet, for some reason, I keep carrying you. Is it because I love you? No, that can’t be it it. Maybe it’s just because I don’t like to litter.
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Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
Trash
Customer: I'll HAVE YOU FIRED! Server: You can’t have me fired. You can’t have me fired, you can’t have me hired. You can't have me drawn and quartered Shamed and distorted You can’t have me grovel before you, labeled and branded, Then handcuffed and handed over Just to “Justify” or so to “Satisfy” The bright and shiny way You walked in here today Thinking you’ll have it your way Just like you always do A big ****** whoop-dee-doo! Well, I got some news for you, boo. You couldn’t have me fired if you lied, You couldn’t have me fired if you tried So step aside, Clyde. . You know why? Because you Can’t Have Me!
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 12:03 AM UTC
"You can't have me!"
I can feel your cool breath on the back of my neck It's damp and smells like the earth I hear you whisper to me Don’t be afraid They’re going to be okay Everything is going to be okay You place your strong hand in mine The other, I can feel sliding around my waste If we’re going to dance, I say, I usually lead Not this time, my love This time you follow.
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
The Final Dance
It’s true that privilege is invisible to those who have it. But once you’ve seen your privilege with your own eyes, you can never unsee it. And when that privilege is challenged you feel angry but you know now that challenging privilege is justified. So what do you do with that anger? Where do you put this fiery ember that you’re holding on to? In the past, you would have flung it at the one who dared to challenge you. But you can’t do that anymore. So you have to let it burn you. And the burns heal into scars. And the scars become a right of passage that leads you back to being more fully human.
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
Privilege
Temblando al borde de la locura Tratando de encontrar un centro de gravedad Cortando mi circulación para hacer esta declaración sobre mi habilidad natural como reina nacida a caminar con tanta fabulosidad. Aunque este vestido es una monstruosidad, mi cabello es una curiosidad, hay mucho acerca de este alto paso que no anticipé. Por ejemplo cómo el balanceo de mis caderas contrarresta el movimiento de mis dedos. ¿Quién sabía que habría tal orquestación? Un cuerpo en concierto: ¡una ovación de pie! Y cada paso otro encore, Gritando delirantemente: "¡Más! ¡Más! ¡Más!" Y de repente, el mundo es nuevo. Nunca lo he visto desde este punto de vista. Me sorprende la diferencia que unas pulgadas pueden hacer para cambiar la realidad que ahora crea yo Y aunque mis pies están apretados como tocones en estas bombas de tacón de aguja de seis pulgadas, un testimonio que debo profesar; Qué maravilloso es ser un muchacho en un vestido.
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
Nacimiento de una Drag Queen
For five minutes I can close my eyes And feel the heat rise From inside the deep Earth Out the top of my head And into the sky And I won’t ask why For five minutes I can let myself cry
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
For Five Minutes
"I'm not your pinche half-eaten left-over burrito that you don't really want anymore but feel guilty about throwing away." Either way, dude Heartburn's coming.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Overheard Phone Conversation on a Bus
Approximately 14 billion years ago The universe exploded with possibilies One of which Was me Now Here I am And I have something to say
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
Something To Say
Hey you up there! Flying around in your underwear I know you’re busy Saving the world and stuff but I gotta tell ya It ain’t enough. Yes, you can jump buildings In a single bound But we really need you Here on the ground. Just look around, man. I don’t understand How you came to be But defying gravity Is not something most folks can do And unlike you We can’t stop a bullet With a mullet and a Mountain Dew. So you might as well come on down And help us move some **** around Cause we got a lot of work to do And we could use a guy like you. Or two.
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
Oh Superman