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 Nov 2010 Jessie
Charles Bukowski
Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
*******
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, ****** don't want
ears
they want
money.
I guess that's why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn't understand
much
else.
 Oct 2010 Jessie
Bathsheba
I

Am

Hello's

Resident Messiah

Come nestle at my feet

Pay credence to my musings

Incorporate my heat

For I will lead you to the

Holy Land

Where only poets dwell

And

Maybe in the future

Like my ego

Yours will swell

Swell with self importance

Swell with fakery

With love

One collective consciousness

That

We can all be so

Proud

Of

.  .  .*


What a crock of ****
 Oct 2010 Jessie
Jowlough
Your face
 Oct 2010 Jessie
Jowlough
Seeing your face
makes me
Wonder, makes me
think, makes me
fly, feel
A little
insecure, makes
me remember the
day you
brought shame
and pain, but
the worst is
seeing you hurt
her in front
of my eyes,
Her tears, woke
my senses
alive, risen my
blood, Up and
Up, and I think
you are a dead
meat
my friend.
Anytime from now I
could smash your
jaw with this metal
hammer make
you ******,
pound your
eyeballs,
broke every
piece of your
teeth, blow your
******* nose
off, so you better
go and
leave her
or I'll crush your
face, brother.

In my mind
Your face. (c) jcjuatcp sept 21 10
 Oct 2010 Jessie
Raj Arumugam
can you see the whole
of Michelangelo's David
see the creation of it
see its beauty?




1

how awkward
David's genitals,
the authorities decided,
and so covered it with
a garland of
copper leaves
twenty-eight counted



2

and still today people
cannot stand David's genitals
for they look at it open-mouthed
and look away swiftly
shy and embarrassed
with guilt in their hearts
and dust in their eyes



3

but the holy of course
those holy ones
and prim and proper and so moral
all the holy
so blessed and destined to go to Heaven
and enter they will
without genitals surely

and the holy, holy
they speak of profanity
and of the unholy ****
and curse and swear and vow damnation
and if possible
they'd happily put explosives
particularly in David's genitals
like they dynamited the Buddhas of Bamyan
for it's all the same holy intolerance




can you see the whole
of Michelangelo's David
see the creation of it
see its beauty?
 Oct 2010 Jessie
Harumi Ikeda
Im no good
My words mean nothing
They ring in my ears
They do nothing
But they touch you
And thats the beauty of it
 Oct 2010 Jessie
Jessica Rojan
You crept up on me
So many years ago
At seventeen we had no idea
At seventeen, you never know
You've littered my mind,
Leaving more than a footprint
But the timing is always so wrong
The timing -- it never fits
Trapped three thousand years away from another
I feel like we may never know
What we never knew at seventeen
When we met so many years ago
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