"downloadable" poems
I have laid claim to the Tyne Bridge - it is my home.
You can keep the streets, the shops, the bars
Share them between you
But please
Let me have the bridge for myself.
The bottle green arch of Newcastle,
And the stew of water that runs beneath
The sheer drop of air between them,
Lightly salted by the sea.
It is but the only childish affectation
To follow me and hold true
Through the contaminant of temporality.
Just please, let me keep it.
I shed the skin of adolescence
And left my school tie at home
When I made the journey North.
I arrived expecting transcendence
But instead I received the unwanted gift of the present.
From the clamour of Manhattan,
To the desolation of New Mexico and Peru,
The present will forever be the most effective ammunition
In shattering the stained glass of the world’s wonders.
I know this from the beauty of memories.
Those wonderful fragmented images of childhood
That so efficiently cut out the hours of exceeding boredom,
And the tedium inflicted by the men in suits.
And the future,
The future of flying ships,
The mining of the moon
And downloadable pizza.
But we know in truth, when we arrive
There will still be lawyers
And adverts,
Beggars on the street
And apostrophe’s used incorrectly.
I digress.
Let me return to the Tyne Bridge
My bridge on the Quayside.
For despite the bird ****
And the playboys that trundle over it day after day,
It stands defiant over deep waters,
Daring to cheat death
Or vice versa.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
Hello all. I have been pretty busy with projects I've been working on.
I have been putting my poems up in PDF format and all of the new poems are available for download here:
http://deadbeatantihero.wixsite.com/thereisnothinghere
This website works best on a desktop. I tried accessing the website on my phone but some of the titles are buried within the other titles so I think it is best if you just access the website using a desktop. All you have to do is click the title that you want to read and it should automatically bring you directly to the PDF format of the works. You may also download them for free if you wish.
I am converting these works into PDF format with the intention to turn them into zines and chapbooks in the near future, given the right price and resource people to help me come up with the projects. Feel free and read away, all of the works are free and downloadable.
The website currently has 19 titles for you to read and download (if you want to, that is). Let me know if I could help you with anything!
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Bottles of water, gallons of gas, blankets,
dried beans, rice. Use cash, don’t spend it all
in one place, two, or three. Unload supplies
quietly into the basement, maybe at night.
Mail-order a hand-cranked radio, solar lamps,
seeds. Buy Q-tips, kerosene, candles. Books,
downloadable music, seasons of X-Files on DVD.
What’s important?
Have friends bring you antibiotics from Tijuana.
Buy vitamins, batteries. Tuna, salt, barley.
Sweep the chimney. Get new shoes.
Get that cavity filled.
Stock up on bourbon and bullets.
Acquire trade goods –
cigarettes, wine, marijuana.
Watch the news, read the blogs,
find time for target practice.
Keep cash on hand. Don’t forget
dog food. Think about God.
Hurry.
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 10:10 PM UTC
You make the jewels on the imaginary ring look like crap
I guess that's an outsider quote from modern rap
But you're the best Downloadable Content on my game baby
Not to make this sound shady
But I was lost in my mind and you saved me
I'll pause
To see you
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
New poems are great to write
But even previous writes still have lessons and meanings
That even the author didn’t quite uncover.
Downloadable music is efficient and convenient
When certain physical technology cannot be found
Or obtained.
Yet an LP gets a previous generation to see
That music from any time and for all occasions
Is just as much accepted
Than the “latest” or “most trending” iTunes release.
eBooks can act like a portable library
For those who love a good book, newspaper, etc.
But seeing many paged, hardbound or paperback books
Helps readers to remember the quantity of a collection
And the discipline of organization
Rather than having a tablet always ready for on-the-go
When sometimes the only place to go
Is a living-room couch or dining-room table.
Video games are quick-advancing
And the various virtual realms are eye-capturing
And free-from-reality.
But sometimes there are times
Unfocused from technology
That are just as much an escape from reality
Such as a walk in the park,
Biking along a mildly-breezy, clear-skied beach boardwalk,
Claiming front-row seats to a basketball game,
Or playing croquet, if that’s your forte.
Ingrid Bergman
Or Rod Carew
Even the old
Can rise anew!
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
It’s monsoon season here in New Haven,
gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset.
This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave.
“We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particular.
I think I’d hit my capacity for monotony.
Lisa looked up from her book.
“The moment has to happen,” I continued,
with an animal-like awareness of the immediate,
“For the ****** ****** imaginary
and as something to cherish in backward gaze.”
“I’m for that.” Lisa shrugged, almost indifferently - she was used to my purple prose.
“I’m buying,” I announced, to no one in particular.
“Then let’s DO this thing!” Sunny called-out from her room.
“Where are we going?” Leong asked, poking her head out of her room.
—-
I took an m-cat practice test earlier today.
In the dorm, before breakfast and the test, I was staring in the mirror.
“Hey you, where ya been—how ya been?” I asked myself.
I followed up with, “Are you ready for this—are you up for this?”
Lisa stuck her head in the bathroom, “Psyching yourself up?” she asked.
She’d be taking the test later too.
—-----
The tests took about 6 hours. I’ve taken the downloadable ‘practice tests’ but not strictly on-the-clock. There’s just something about sitting at that official, green terminal - on an uncomfortable plastic chair, being timed by officiously grim and callously indifferent bureaucrats. (#chefskiss)
I felt like the young, haunted governess in ‘The Turn of the ***** by Henry James. Except my ghosts were my entire, immediate family - who’ve taken this test before me and done really well.
My mom’s apparition hovered over my shoulders - making a snarky noise when I picked certain answers.
My spectral brother sat by a window, feet-up on the desk in front of him, boredly checking his watch.
My intangible sister sat at an empty terminal, as if she too, were taking the tests, and finally Step (my stepfather’s doppelgänger) ghosted in, like a Spielberg effect, through the closed classroom door, periodically, to voice his support.
The place seemed positively crowded.
I got a 507 (out of a possible 528), in the 76th percentile (they said). Not good enough (yet).
I’ll take the real test in July (sigh).
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
*happiness is optional
when stuff is essential
stuff is good, tangible
solid and reliable
extended warranty
for mind's peaceability
paypass, paywave, swipe & tab
point of sale, so cool and fab
loads of in app purchases
satisfaction in downloadable zen
else, opt out and start again.*
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC