"wilco" poems - Hello Poetry

Let’s divide the sky, you and I, With Wilco tapping our gut, our eyes, Supplanting the clouds from our grape cigars; We’ve been folded, too creased to remember Those country nights, those starry remnants when I would Always point east with a fettered finger. If I held it long enough, just enough, Horns would bud, deviling my digit, And the fireplace froze over. I destroy homes and fall, fall, fall with them. I play the bench observer, Cigarette **** to people with permanent smiles. ‘Relax,’ you said ‘you need to relax,’ But your lips chapped and bleeding-- They resemble mine in humid daylight, And the sky moistens and melts To the tantalizing tune, yellowed summerteeth.

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC

colin-carpenter

The Bench

Let’s divide the sky, you and I, With Wilco tapping our gut, our eyes, Supplanting the clouds from our grape cigars; We’ve been folded, too creased to remember Those country nights, those starry remnants when I would Always point east with a fettered finger. If I held it long enough, just enough, Horns would bud, deviling my digit, And the fireplace froze over. I destroy homes and fall, fall, fall with them. I play the bench observer, Cigarette **** to people with permanent smiles. ‘Relax,’ you said ‘you need to relax,’ But your lips chapped and bleeding-- They resemble mine in humid daylight, And the sky moistens and melts To the tantalizing tune, yellowed summerteeth.

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*We lose so much talent to addiction Some of you may not care, but I do This is my tribute to them* **Alan Wilson Canned Heat Jimi Hendrix The Jimi Hendrix Experience Janis Joplin Jim Morrison The Doors Brian Cole The Association Billy Murcia New York Dolls Danny Whitten Crazy Horse Gram Parsons The Stooges Gary Thain Uriah Heep Elvis Presley Gregory Herbert Blood, Sweat & Tears Keith Moon The Who Sid Vicious *** Pistols Lowell George Little Feat Jimmy McCulloch Wings John Bonham Led Zeppelin Darby Crash Germs James Honeyman-Scott Pretenders Pete Farndon Pretenders Paul Gardiner Tubeway Army Gary Holton Heavy Metal Kids Phil Lynott Thin Lizzy Andrew Wood Mother Love Bone Brent Mydland Grateful Dead Steve Clark Def Leppard Johnny Thunders New York Dolls David Ruffin The Temptations Kristen Pfaff Hole Shannon Hoon Blind Melon Bradley Nowell Sublime John Kahn Jerry Garcia Band Jonathan Melvoin The Smashing Pumpkins Billy Mackenzie Associates West Arkeen The Outpatience Nick Traina Link 80 John Baker Saunders Mad Season Bobby Sheehan Blues Traveler Wes Berggren Tripping Daisy Allen Woody The Allman Brothers Band Carl Crack Atari Teenage Riot Layne Staley Alice in Chains/Mad Seasons Kurt Cobain Nirvana Dee Dee Ramones Robbin Crosby Ratt John Entwistle The Who Howie Epstein Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Jeremy Michael Ward De Facto Tim Hemensley GOD Dave Schulthise The Dead Milkmen Rick James Kevin DuBrow Quiet Riot Ike Turner Gidget Gein Marilyn Manson Jay Bennett Wilco Michael Jackson The Rev Avenged Sevenfold Paul Gray Slipknot Mike Starr Alice in Chains Amy Winehouse** *We are not bad people, we just have bad ways Yet, not many understand*

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

kidcalvoaolcom

Forgotten and Appriciated

*We lose so much talent to addiction Some of you may not care, but I do This is my tribute to them* **Alan Wilson Canned Heat Jimi Hendrix The Jimi Hendrix Experience Janis Joplin Jim Morrison The Doors Brian Cole The Association Billy Murcia New York Dolls Danny Whitten Crazy Horse Gram Parsons The Stooges Gary Thain Uriah Heep Elvis Presley Gregory Herbert Blood, Sweat & Tears Keith Moon The Who Sid Vicious *** Pistols Lowell George Little Feat Jimmy McCulloch Wings John Bonham Led Zeppelin Darby Crash Germs James Honeyman-Scott Pretenders Pete Farndon Pretenders Paul Gardiner Tubeway Army Gary Holton Heavy Metal Kids Phil Lynott Thin Lizzy Andrew Wood Mother Love Bone Brent Mydland Grateful Dead Steve Clark Def Leppard Johnny Thunders New York Dolls David Ruffin The Temptations Kristen Pfaff Hole Shannon Hoon Blind Melon Bradley Nowell Sublime John Kahn Jerry Garcia Band Jonathan Melvoin The Smashing Pumpkins Billy Mackenzie Associates West Arkeen The Outpatience Nick Traina Link 80 John Baker Saunders Mad Season Bobby Sheehan Blues Traveler Wes Berggren Tripping Daisy Allen Woody The Allman Brothers Band Carl Crack Atari Teenage Riot Layne Staley Alice in Chains/Mad Seasons Kurt Cobain Nirvana Dee Dee Ramones Robbin Crosby Ratt John Entwistle The Who Howie Epstein Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Jeremy Michael Ward De Facto Tim Hemensley GOD Dave Schulthise The Dead Milkmen Rick James Kevin DuBrow Quiet Riot Ike Turner Gidget Gein Marilyn Manson Jay Bennett Wilco Michael Jackson The Rev Avenged Sevenfold Paul Gray Slipknot Mike Starr Alice in Chains Amy Winehouse** *We are not bad people, we just have bad ways Yet, not many understand*

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Convenience store where I stopped to buy poison gum ***** Here I am baptized in the light of the new genesis. For new life sprang up on the oil rigs In the industrial world, We live in a future no one dared to comprehend. We blew up the old world with new ideas, We couldn't resist the urge to push the button any longer, I sit under my bed Duck and cover Cold War safety, Safe from communist war criminals, So when is the bomb going to drop? No, I don't believe the Earth is going to be reborn as a paradise... A land of altruistic Eden. The lost garden is doomed to burn up in the sun, As is the mausoleum for my memory. Best guesses say we aren't exactly advanced, But what if there's exceptions in our numbers? What if we sat awake in our tombs for all of eternity And your soul keeps locked Waiting for the oblivion of the unburnt citizens separated from the material world, How great were our ambitions if they didn't stretch to something after this course of existence... Then what right do we owe the Catholic church that was not there at the beginning of our symphony. I'll show you a great story of illuminated migrations and books about the lights of the pillars of creation, When they tell me that Walt Whitman's work here is not done, And so walked into the bathroom to lock the door, Wash his face before yelling on both coasts of the American Empire. Our Prime Minister has flawless memory and offers us codeine syrups of all flavors to vote for the Environment. You'll have me yelling about the importance of taxation, You can't have me acting like this if I've already bought us tickets to the art gallery... And can you even now believe that toddler's first reaction was to destroy that giant biblical oil on canvas. Maybe it was the violence, And the same God who gave us our nuclear training wheels. The same God who kills men of euphoria under meteors And the same God whose name was in the air on Inauguration Day. When I drove down the rode with you and your new ideas about where to go... You had words I didn't know, But we had Prince on the radio, And that's something I know well. I have a Wilco CD in my backpack, I have every reason to just set my alarm And pass out in the passenger's seat.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC

trevor-blevins

Surveillance State Roadtrip.

Convenience store where I stopped to buy poison gum ***** Here I am baptized in the light of the new genesis. For new life sprang up on the oil rigs In the industrial world, We live in a future no one dared to comprehend. We blew up the old world with new ideas, We couldn't resist the urge to push the button any longer, I sit under my bed Duck and cover Cold War safety, Safe from communist war criminals, So when is the bomb going to drop? No, I don't believe the Earth is going to be reborn as a paradise... A land of altruistic Eden. The lost garden is doomed to burn up in the sun, As is the mausoleum for my memory. Best guesses say we aren't exactly advanced, But what if there's exceptions in our numbers? What if we sat awake in our tombs for all of eternity And your soul keeps locked Waiting for the oblivion of the unburnt citizens separated from the material world, How great were our ambitions if they didn't stretch to something after this course of existence... Then what right do we owe the Catholic church that was not there at the beginning of our symphony. I'll show you a great story of illuminated migrations and books about the lights of the pillars of creation, When they tell me that Walt Whitman's work here is not done, And so walked into the bathroom to lock the door, Wash his face before yelling on both coasts of the American Empire. Our Prime Minister has flawless memory and offers us codeine syrups of all flavors to vote for the Environment. You'll have me yelling about the importance of taxation, You can't have me acting like this if I've already bought us tickets to the art gallery... And can you even now believe that toddler's first reaction was to destroy that giant biblical oil on canvas. Maybe it was the violence, And the same God who gave us our nuclear training wheels. The same God who kills men of euphoria under meteors And the same God whose name was in the air on Inauguration Day. When I drove down the rode with you and your new ideas about where to go... You had words I didn't know, But we had Prince on the radio, And that's something I know well. I have a Wilco CD in my backpack, I have every reason to just set my alarm And pass out in the passenger's seat.

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I gave you a part of myself and you just left it there. How could you leave my soul sitting on the coffee shop table you kissed me at? I don’t even like coffee Now I know You didn’t even like me. To you I am tea and you have a slight Distaste of leaves that separate so easily I have distaste for bitterness and caffeine. The world should keep you awake, those songs should keep you alive, but you need coffee And I am tea. I hope you fare well in the future, I now understand. My hurt is at my own fault. I should have known that you like to try before you buy. I should have learnt that when You bought your first car. Now I know. You go find your coffee, And I’ll find my tea. I am just a little sad because I thought at least you would like to keep a part of me But hindsight really is a great teacher, I now know what I should have seen then. Mixtapes are meaningless to you. I am meaningless to you. They play the mix at the coffee shop sometimes while I’m eating breakfast and I remember. I order tea You are meaningless to me.

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC

mjvb

Wilco and Breakfast

I gave you a part of myself and you just left it there. How could you leave my soul sitting on the coffee shop table you kissed me at? I don’t even like coffee Now I know You didn’t even like me. To you I am tea and you have a slight Distaste of leaves that separate so easily I have distaste for bitterness and caffeine. The world should keep you awake, those songs should keep you alive, but you need coffee And I am tea. I hope you fare well in the future, I now understand. My hurt is at my own fault. I should have known that you like to try before you buy. I should have learnt that when You bought your first car. Now I know. You go find your coffee, And I’ll find my tea. I am just a little sad because I thought at least you would like to keep a part of me But hindsight really is a great teacher, I now know what I should have seen then. Mixtapes are meaningless to you. I am meaningless to you. They play the mix at the coffee shop sometimes while I’m eating breakfast and I remember. I order tea You are meaningless to me.

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please move slowly

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC