"grahams" poems
Seven sit around a fire,
burnt marshmallows on two foot sticks
stuck between grahams,
talk *** and film.
Had her naked like Kate Winslet,
not Titanic Kate,
but Little Children Kate.
**** on the washing machine
behind Jennifer Connelly's back.
But the part about Madame Bovary,
who really needs feminist literature in a feminist film?
Okay, maybe it's classic romantic...
I felt lost like a pebble
sinking in the ocean
five miles deep
in the Puerto Rican trench.
I hadn't seen either movie
nor was I well versed
in feminism or romance.
My mind drifted to my first time.
Started with a french kiss
from a Latina girl,
at a house on Cleveland Ave,
I wish I could remember more.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:15 PM UTC
Diamond planets on layaway
Stellar corpses thrown away
Purple ribbons of DNA
And silver spoons in mouth
It may look white, but it's blue and red
A race of oranges on a narrow thread
While satellites mess with our heads
The sun dyes our hair
They're selling space to the googolplex kids
With golden grahams of fake eyelids
While android hands place their bids
Ignoring their embedded denial
Fifth dimension sure looks green
Entropy has gone obscene
My solar twin must be quite mean
But there's not much we can do
If you're blue
You're bleeding through
If you're blue
I'm bleeding too
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:23 PM UTC
roses are red...violets are blue...sugar is sweet.whats that got to do with you?your more like honey add grahams and your crummy..its a bummy poem..cause i aint gat no money..no dough for a bunnie a sure no show for the cunn*..as u lay in bed at least let me rub up ya tummy..instead u call jack..damn this girl slack..this was pose to be a happy valentine..but obviously i've been stabbed in the back...Love?I must be on crack..if it knocks on my door i take the broom and give it a wack..and while its on the floor set my dogs to attack...love flows from my paper stack so the more it grows the more i feel intact..real recognize real..telling you how i feel bout dat...so to love maybe one day riding the backs of a dove..or late night / early morning after the club drunk and hi with no glove..however i am to again become entrapped..not worrying about stray arrows from cupid..this time im strapped...leave him on the floor dead..the day love died is the day an angel bled..yet still I'll love you forever despite all ive said...i'll love you forever or unleast until were dead
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
It was all going pretty well, infact very well if i had to be pushed....
but then i started to realise happiness is just an ilusion born in the fabric of the mind and thats when it all started to go terribly, partly because my legs are very wobbley there like jelly really (probs strawberry flavour) but more importantly where the hell are golden grahams they say they were cancelled because of the salt but it wasnt there fault they were taken away so young but at least we know theyve gone to a better place, theyve gone to live in the sea with the plaice (im going for the worst poem ever written can you tell :)).......i think i love you so i wrote it in a card you replied i think you mentle but i think we should just be freinds :( (that bits not true *** i dont know who you are :D) right back to the poem infact il start a new one :).
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC