"cooly" poems
By Arcassin Burnham
We could play with guns like cowboy bebop,
Slay demons like inyunasha,
The blue lights in Tokyo couldn't be anymore beautiful,
Getting a little sensual with small amounts of ******
That's pretty lame,
Kissing me with purple and pink lipstick,
And for that I'll make you anything kawaii,
You could be the crazy chick on fooly cooly,
It wouldnt be bad if you Could do me.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
meanwhile,
the Big Fat Yellow Bootay
was getting right tired of
waiting for the election to end.
so,
she set off down the highway
going ninety five...
"HOKEEEY POKEEEY!" she cried
as she gunned the engine and
threw herself in gear.
"HOKEEEY POKEEEY! MOTHER *******
twice she cried,
"HOKEEEY POKEEEY! MOTHER *******
this second time
for extra good luck
with the unfolding election.
cool Fall breeze caressed
her yellow metal,
her big fat yellow bootay,
a glorious day to
be out on a drive!
well, except where she had
come from.
beep beep
beep beep
always driving her
beep beep beeping insane!
it shore nuf was quiet
out this way!
she turned the shiny
silver dial to turn on the
radio.
'gonna have to get me
some better speakers
one day soon.' she thought
to her big fat bus self.
and what came out blasting?
"That's Alright Mama,"
by who else?
but the King!
Elvis!
Elvis has left the building
and now,
Elvis is ON THE BUS!
she didn't quite know all
of the words,
but what the ****
she sure could sing!
As the big fat bus
with the big fat bootay
was driving along,
singing joyfully,
she glanced in the rear
view mirrow and what
did she see?
why the ghost of Elvis himself
was sitting right there
right in the back of the bus.
He starts strumming on his
own guitar and singing,
'that's alright mama.."
so she turned off the
radio to listen
to the ghost of
the King,
Elvis,
himself,
singing in the back
of her big fat yellow bootay!
she also watched him eating
a lot of food
in the back of the bus,
her bus.
his ghostly figure
seemed to
fluctuate between fat Elvis,
and skinny Elvis,
like a seesaw.
by and by
says he,
(not the really fat one
but not the really skinny one
neither.)
'I need a pit stop.'
says the King
so the big fat bus,
with the big fat yellow bootay,
asks,
asks she,
'you wanna stop at the next
stop & go,
or
the next
fizz & wizz,
or
my fav if you really
need a constitutional,
the stop & plop?'
at this particular junction in time
this ghostly King,
was in the shape
of Fat Elvis
but very cooly outfitted,
bellbottoms and rhine stones
or were those all diamonds?
note to self,
the big fat bus
squirreled away,
check on that.
are those real or not?
more mulha is always
good
and this just might
be mana from heaven
in the form of Elvis the KING
himself
and maybe just one
of those diamonds
will fall out and
get lost in me.'
mighty strange happenings
going on around here in this
big fat bus
with the big fat yellow bootay.
' the stop and plop little mama,' elvis replied
with that
ohhhh,
soooooo,
divine Elvis drawl
and that darling little
thing he did with his mouth,
but was doing now
as he was sitting there in the
back of HER big fat bus
with HER big fat yellow bootay!
OH MY,
it really is a
HOKEY POKEY day! she sighed.....
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
we ate government cheese
that came in a dull brown box
we were too young
to understand what welfare
and food stamps meant,
our empty bellies never protested
at the salty orange blocks
in front of the bodega,
we saw a woman introduce a hammer
to a drunk tyrant’s skull
his blood pooling on the streets
was too red for new eyes
we watched hypodermic needles
bloom on stoops
cling to life on curbs
the graffiti on abandoned buildings
was our Louvre, our Salon de Paris
sweltering streets our baseball diamonds
prostitutes, black or brown or both
mothered us between shifts
we grew up in projects,
that sheltered drab lives
and senseless brutalities
gunfire, sharp and immutable
punctured lullabies
we were small boys
watching life unfold
the way one stares at an accident
detached and mildly curious
eyeing cooly the despair
and impossible hopelessness
of growing up poor
in Brooklyn
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
i couldn't stop looking at this girl. i glanced down at my black leather jacket, black v-neck, ripped blue jeans, and black boots with the buckles on the side. i popped my collar and set out to find the girl i'd just found. i noticed the lights of this weird indie club i'd somehow ended up in. this music isn't normal "club" music. it's all arctic monkeys. the lyrics of these songs empowered me, i felt as though i had to continue my search for this soul. despite the darkness, i slid on my aviators to protect myself from those blinding lights, and also to give me a hint of mysteriousness. girls love that.
and then there she was.
sipping on what appeared to be a bottle of coke, but i couldn't tell because of the ******* sunglasses i was wearing. she was standing laughing with one of her friends. she had such a different aura to her. i couldn't help but watch as she pulled out one of her organic cigarettes.
"i wanna make her mine." i thought to myself.
the lights reflected off the sweat on the walls as i tried to keep my cool, strutting my way over to her, hoping to get her eyes to lock onto mine. from what i finally saw of her in plain sight, she had love in her eyes and perfect lighting over her; like a camera plus filter. she took drags of that cigarette like some kind of goddess, causing me to get weak at the knees and form a lump in my throat, which i soon managed to somehow swallow. i had to find out who she was. i wanted her more than i'd ever wanted anything, or at least so i recall. i played out the scene in my head - we'd dance, and numerous guys would approach her. it was hard not to. i'd overpower them. "she's with me.", i'd say cooly.
i didn't realize all this fantasizing about my mystery girl had taken me so little time, because by the time i was finished my train of thought, i was standing right in front of her. god, i wanted her so bad. i swear, if i looked at her long enough, she'd steal my soul. the love in her eyes was contradicted by the incredibly **** sparkle in her iris.
"hello there beautiful. you seem to be having a lovely time. you're absolutely breathtaking, i'm forced to believe you are a certified mind blower. what's your name, milady?"
with a turn of her head, a bat of her lashes, and a flash of her perfect smile, she answered me in the most angelic voice i've ever heard.
"arabella."
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
"Here,take this Gift I give to you!! Cooly, he responded,,Yeah-Sure,,What's the catch? The Giver announced,,YES,there must be this certain reliance and confidence and trust.. the *Giver continued,,"do You have a desire for a gift such as this?" The responder,with caution,said "Yeah,there are certain things that I Hope for,,BUT How can I know you're giving this gift Freely?" The *Giver replied ," You'll not be able to touch or see this *Gift I give to You... BUT,,,, You;ll have Confidence in knowing that you;ve Received it...and it comes with a "BUILT-IN-NUDGER"...that when things seem Dull and Gray,,"The-Nudger" WILL BRING SOME BRIGHTNESS TO YOUR DAY!!! OR,,,,YOU may stomp on the Nudger,with the very heel of your foot, like the Ugliest of Bugs.. If you're still feeling this Tugging ,,Like the BIG-SHIPS .Being guided carefully by so many TUG-BOATS... NO ONE else can accept this Gift for You!!!! A HANDSOME PRICE WAS PAID FOR THIS GIFT .....and the GIFTOR DESIRES THAT "NONE" SHOULD PERISH!!!
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 6:07 AM UTC
I was out foraging in the woods today,
This morning, when it was cooly,
dark, and quiet, only the birds had a say —
I saw the sun force the darkness to hide,
Allowing me to see;
Strewn branches, twigs and leaves astride.
Dead waste or my fire’s delight?!
I came home successfully,
Joyfully and proudly with the efforts of my might.
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
:)
1. tell all of your problems to a tree; it’s not going to answer back but it will love you
2. stuff your face in a pile of snow
3. get up and dance when there is no music playing
4. stand infront of the mirror with one hand cooly resting on your hip and the other hand pointing at yourself, and then wink at yourself like you’re the most attractive babe out there
5. stop everything you’re doing and speak in gibberish until you laugh
6. paint with your toes to Beethoven
7. roll around on the floor for a few minutes; move furniture around so that you have plenty of space to do so
8. bake someone you are fond of cupcakes and surprise them out of the blue
9. pick a ton of wonderful flowers and hand them out to strangers that pass by
10. when you’re stubborn, stuck, in pride, in pain, in mind, tell whoever your head thinks it concerns these 4 lines in a row and nothing else;
"I love you
I’m sorry
Please forgive me
Thank you”
(Hoʻoponopono)
11. buy yourself a yummy ice cream cone
12. go swimming alone and let your body flow and be one with the water
13. write a real old fashioned letter to your mother or father telling them about yourself and that you love them
14. stand outside in the pouring rain until your clothes soak; and make sure you’re barefoot so that gushy mud can get between your toes
15. go to a park with a swing-set and just swing by yourself
16. make yourself a big beautiful breakfast in the morning
17. give your friends meaningful hugs that last a very long time
18. read a passage or two in The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
19. shut off your Netflix and go on a bike ride in the middle of the night
20. hug yourself and kiss your hands and your arms and stroke your hair and tell yourself aloud “I love you; I love me” over and over again
21. breathe deep into your belly like a Buddha instead of shallow into your chest
22. go to another city/province/country/continent on your own for at least a week
23. don’t shy away from holding someone’s hand or kissing them if you think it feels right
24. hold a baby in your arms
25. drink a glass of water
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
The light which breaks at dusk through a window
The sunlight is fragmented into ripples of rainbow
They flicker and pulse, and what little do they know
They dance to remember, of once being whole
The breeze which winds at dusk from the west
Whispers cooly in the ear a rumor of a test
And as the dust is lifted and sent a million ways
Think each a separate journey, perspective falls into place
The mockingbird which sings at dusk off of a perch
Tries to find a way, with the best view on the earth
Yet she sings others’ songs for others to hear
While the story of herself falls on a forest of deaf ears
The 7 o'clock chime which rings at dusk from the basement
Interrupts from the dust, with a tone of displacement
The chimes remind, a whole seperated by the divide
For love was once here, but it won’t be for some time
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
when i did not know who i was
i thought religion might tell me
i sat in a patronizing seat every other day
and did not ask the questions that itched
because questions are for those unfirm in their faith
when the teacher said,
'gay marriage is disgusting and
you should give money to Proposition 8,
cause they don't deserve rights'
i stood up,
cooly told everyone that
his words were that of a *******
walked out the door
smugly aware of the many
open jaws
and never looked back.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 11:23 PM UTC
the air is cooler
less kenetic and soupy
less aggressive with the mammal scent
safer (it seems) clean
the skin retracts a little
dryly
less welcoming to dirt contact
my feet shift cooly in my sandals
the world awaits
new temperament
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 10:25 PM UTC
Soft morning light seeps cooly through the window,
Filling the room with a dreary gloom;
It tickles her nose and taunts her restless state.
She tosses as the thunder crashes and turns as the lighting strikes.
But to no avail; a dreamless storm innate.
Now in the pale day he whispers softly,
The words, they race and run down her spine,
Caressing her mind; that heated spark true.
Her breathing shutters and her back arcs,
Yet still… that grey rain lingers on.
So they stay the day away,
Lost in the cosmic reverie of but a moment gone by.
While the wind whispers beneath the songbirds,
And the trees sway in a blissful dance,
She found in his arms a warming solace,
breathing easy, mesmerized by petrichor's trance.
It is so, life continues by light’s love.
For the Earth is soiled and she is satisfied,
Twas a rainy grey so dull and bleak, but
A day so divine had bested her weary mind,
And she nodded, passing gently into sleep.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
If I could meet you at a diner right now,
see your bright face,
and the freckles that run lost on your cheeks,
I wouldn’t be crying myself to sleep.
If I could meet you at a diner right now,
I would ask how your day was with every fiber of geniality inside me.
I would not just say the words to progress the conversation to get to what maybe was really on my mind.
I would start with your day because that is real and important and helps me know you;
keeps me knowing and loving what I know.
Your day is more real than the delusions I came here to talk about.
If I could meet you at a diner right now,
my hands would stop shaking when they touched yours.
I would order coffee because you did,
trying to hang with the big dogs.
I would ask the waitress for 10 flavored creamers and use them all for one cup as I cooly smiled at you across the table.
You would use one creamer, no sugar.
You like the unaltered smell of coffee.
It’s one of your favorite smells, in fact.
If I could meet you at a diner right now,
you would already know what was wrong, so I wouldn’t have to. You would make me smile before I had the chance to tell you what I thought it was.
You would look at me so intensely that I could feel all you didn’t say and believe it so honestly.
We would make jokes about the corny verbiage of the breakfast titles as our inflection steadily escalated as we repeated them.
If I could meet you at a diner right now,
I wouldn’t be here wishing I were meeting you at a diner right now.
I would instead be memorizing the changes in your face, the way life does that.
I would love them the same because they belonged to you and told a story.
Your laugh lines would be exacerbated from the laughter you created and allowed in you,
by those lucky souls graced with your presence,
hopefully appreciative of it.
Your lips are still soft.
Your skin is slightly touched by summer which brings out your telling eyes that I can see when I close mine.
If I were at a diner right now, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be with you.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 1:14 PM UTC
America is fuckin'
a bit its lips
are
America is
its tongue
the slippery
and sublime
it
so deeply feels
its throat
tight to fill pretty
her eyes
rolling wonderful
the whites
roundishly
enervated pink
with
a bit of sharp
a bit
of
glass
smoke and
pipes
her lipsfull
the meat
of ****
and
when you
push between their parting
emits
the frailest squeak
but
*** er
the she
wants to
please *** er
the fucc
er lips
the cooly mess
er cheeks
damson stained
and puckering to
kisss
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
I move swiftly like a switchblade run cooly through your veins
no matter how you try to leave I will eternally remain
there is something in the wicked way you smile and say my name
there is something in that wicked way that helps me stay insane
and I drop down on my knees confessions spilling from within
you spit coldly in my face and thank me for my sin
I know I am not beautiful I know I am not kind
cause when you hurt me baby you leave mystery behind
I am swift as a switchblade the baddest lil girl
the shadow of a ghost haunting always in this world
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
I noticed you afar in your tainted uniform and deeply ironed apron.
When you walked with swagger and a little confidence, your dark hair stayed in place and reflected from your sunrise brown eyes.
Straight shoulders that arched your back and showed the bottom of your rose tattoo on your right bicep.
You approached me with that cocky charming waiter boy attitude,
sparkling white teeth and cunning smile.
Definitely a University boy
Can't be no older than 22
I slipped in a couple questions along with my order.
Are you local?
college boy?
I'm not an expert at flirting and you can probably tell that I haven't before.
You went easy on me.
"I board at the University ten blocks from here, but live three blocks from the diner. I crash at my mom's occasionally, but I like college."
You made it look like you were doing work by filling up sugar canisters.
I was enjoying the coffee too much.
It was 2:45.
You got off at 3.
I grabbed a pen and wrinkled napkin on the corner of the table.
I dotted my "I"s with stars and wrote 10 digits meticulously with a steady right hand.
You handed me the check and walked cooly back to the cash register.
Time was ticking, but I didn't want to be desperate.
I flicked my long straight black hair to my shoulder so it could bring out my eyeliner.
I walked to the register and nochalantly gave you the check.
I smiled and gave you the tip.
You threw the tip aside as the register flung open and held the written napkin in the light.
I walked out in confidence and exactly at 3:00.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
She said she would move if we would just improve
Then the sails broke and we joked as the tea spoke
Now with the water high night is nigh and were alright
Can it be that love is here and time is nowhere near?
See the flower tasting sour won't you come on over?
Tongues are tied wrists are limp my pen is broken need a stick
After this nap we'll dump the sack head off books on our backs
Were young and dead old and feared with no sign of creakin' bed
Write what nothing holds true for if you do the blue will sue
Heads will turn as you will burn on a stake made of copper n' zeal
No neither hands are feeding inspirations curse don't burst
Mother made her hand here and now there's nothing no nothin' to hear
Oh' all along ears bend and spend their lives cooly listening
Don't send your ears down the block for the clock has stopped
I listen to the tunes of buffoons who dance around like happy loons
A child tears up as he bares up another rafter of stale **** candy
At this time drinks are drinks and dames are dames and I'm still tame
I don't think myself lame or famed worded or locked up n' boarded
Nor clouds white as milk cool as silk stand on stilts dirtied felt
A smile is all one needs to feel the speed of a life worth lived
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 1:33 AM UTC
when i think of people like you
in my head,
i imagine sunglasses -
someone who cooly, calculatedly,
manipulates the agendas of others
until they better benefit themselves.
but you?
you seem to openly,
almost boastingly re-arrange your reality
until you have created your best possible circumstances.
until you have absolved yourself of any responsibility.
until you are the one with the drink in your hand,
but your bill has been passed to the guy across the bar.
and that's not even the worst part.
the worst part
is that everyone can see it,
but no one seems to care.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
It's blank and dark down the pathway
under your bridge
the one connecting the life you earned
and mine I bought
and cheated for.
Take the first step
cooly convince yourself
its ok and cross
below the laurel overpass
to find you waiting,
hand open ready for
our single trek together.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
and it’s in these gloomy days where i find the most peace.
contentment at it’s best in still skies,
quiet clouds glide cooly through a gray space big enough to hold this sadness and comfort it.
a soft call echoes and flies off,
carrying away any worries,
though briefly, still appreciated.
i am at peace.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Angels falling out the sky like they’re racing straight to hell
Brothers drinking bourbon like they’re racing straight to jail
Last one to hit the fire is first to make the bail
Shadows keep secrets hostage
Until souls explode or melt
Deal from the stacked deck until the black ace is dealt
Chorus:
She walks to the door like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like old men crying
She walks to the door like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like young men dying
Trade your soul for shadow games
And watch her smile widen
Close your eyes and try to dream
And feel her talons tighten
Should have walked the ancient path
And sought the narrow gate
Crimson lies and smoky eyes
Have sealed up your fate
She walks to the door like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like old men crying
She dances on your soul like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like young men dying
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
i think when i die i will be a forest
in who shall be does and fauns
pretty and glad in sunshine oh
yes sunshine will be there and
it will always smell like right after it
rains cooly on hot asphalt like
it smells like when you come into
a room i think when i die i shall
be a star flecked with innumerable
other stars on slick neat necked
night's pursed lips all pinched and
sticky with unyoung youth and
anciently when i die i think i will
be an ocean where will sleep mermaids
in pearl white skin and fishes and
a somehow little city in a nice little
dome where they will play music
such music as you would want to
listen to when you're sad because it
will always cheer you up and like
ee said to me one night when i was
reading him in my bed he said "it is
funny that you will be dead someday."
and i knew it right then that i think
when i die i will be a forest
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 7:12 AM UTC
Is a name of the sweetest kind
she threw me up - some old time movie kinda girl
busted some moves like she was a snake on a plane
poisonous i drank her deeply, cooly like whatchamacallit
yep i am feelin that vibe, i tell you
she is beauty perfected, she makes my heart thump
i never met her, never once did i see her face
she catches my breath and holds it, she laughs
at the way i try to breathe her in
she suffocates my soul because she knows i want her,
want her so bad
and i just think that when the wind blows
will it catch me and take me far from here?
i can see her laughing from the corner of my eye
i can spy on her, yet she doesn't know where i am
and still she makes it difficult to breathe
tendrils wrap round my body
cold, it throws me into shock
a swimming pool in the night
i can't catch my breath, i drown in her
she enters my skin and pulls at my legs
i am not grounded, when she is here
smile, she makes me
feel
warm inside, like i can survive this dream
and when i think i can't take anymore
i take some more
i take a deep breath and she is there before me
ready and willin to tear away my thoughts
i had before
come see me she says, come hold my hand
and i will
keep you
in my
arms
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Soon the the blue sky will open for you and you only
Eyes that once stared down will now look to the west
And the hair that stood tight on the back of your neck
Will cooly relax and you won't think to feel taxed
Oceans bright wet breeze will bring you at ease
While the peck echoes by a pelican's sneeze
Sand will whirl wild while every rough mile
We'll be twisted and groaning muddied in the mire
So soon the sky still n' high will grow dark to a white spotted net
We'll go out drinking wild sittin' and smiling to make a bet
Touched two parts from Sunday Holy 35 cent bowling
Parade in our name but we deny the fame same is our game
Through the bricks that lay red bare and chipping
We'll carry our horse but never do him in with whipping
Chapped our lips may get underneath the *** marked yellow sun
So shade we will seek our feet to carry right on n' on
Noon day near your ears are burnt n' unable to hear
So I whistle the sights around pointing with my cracked gloves
Mountains move nearer an' nearer so breathe light my dear
Over the crest is our home to be so please dear release the fear
May 27, 2011
May 27, 2011 at 8:52 PM UTC
life is strange i'm dying(youare)and the world is
out my window are little boats
dots
boats
dots
toandfro dots
boat
dots
little and to and fro
dots
go whizzing very slowly
outside my window
i can
a glass perspiring
at my hip
does
the wind
cooly blusters
feel
and a flower
very like is
a girl cut dribble
which grasps the air climbing
into the heat of july
a star
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC