A Poem About Rainbows

A friend of a friend of mine is a third grade teacher. Last week, she had her students write poems. This is one of them, which includes spelling errors.

RAMBOS

Everywhere I look
I see a Rambo.

I see a Rambo of books
of all colors.

I see a Rambo of words.
I see a Rambo of people.

And most important
I see a Rambo
of hearts.

– Christian, Grade 3

Chicken Nugget Emergency

“Latreasa Davis, of Fort Pierce, Florida, ordered a 10-piece Chicken McNuggets from McDonald’s, and after she paid for her order, she was informed they were out of Chicken McNuggets. Latreasa Davis only wanted her 10-piece Chicken McNuggets and not anything else off the menu – as she was offered. She called 911 from McDonald’s 3 times to report the incident. Each time she called 911, she explained to the 911 dispatcher what had happened. Latreasa Davis was told the first time she called 911 that an officer was coming out to speak to her. Police did arrive, but instead of helping her get her McNuggets, they arrested her for misusing 911.” – Associated Press

poetry in non-motion

blah blah blah…
still no cable
still no net
blah blah blah…
new york fable
whistle is whet
blah blah blah…

friends are hard to come by
so is decent porn
i am such a dumb guy
mistress with a horn

this poem sucks
everyone is out of lucks
chesters are called chucks
i want a million bucks

rah rah rah…
still no love
still no fame
rah rah rah…
something something
cheer my name
rah rah…

Um, I downloaded John Mayer’s CD Continuum. I really like it. Goddamnit.

Early College Poetry #2

SATURDAY

I want to be different
I want to be just like all the different people
I want to assert my individuality
and perhaps pierce myself – repeatedly
or even dye something
like my hair or an article of vintage clothing
dye that wasn’t used to murder the innocent baby chickens
that I saw on Hard Copy

I want to stand apart
I want to stick out
maybe I’ll do something totally crazy
something totally nuts – totally zany
something totally bezerk – totally mad
not mad like “im mad at you” but mad like the Mad Hatter

I want to make people watch me
I want to make them notice how utterly different I am
and then all my different friends will be happy
that i am their friend and they’ll throw me a party
and we’ll drink different drinks like
snapple and frappucinos and orbitz and
that soda with the skeleton on the front of the
bottle that they sell at Hot Topic
we’ll sit on florescent inflatable furniture
and smoke cloves and just generally be different
we’ll talk about life and death
and discover our spirituality – or
discover our lack of spirituality

I want to find some different different friends
I want all kinds of people
These are the types of friends I’ll need:
1.) Someone who looks and acts just like me
2.) Someone black (I feel I really identify with their struggle)
3.) Someone gay (On second thought- no gays – they’ll want to be different like me)
4.) Someone bisexual (they’re trendy)
5.) A Latin American that can cook
6.) A surfer that grows his own pot
7.) A bank robber who likes to share
8.) A dumb beautiful girl maybe from Switzerland
9.) An aspiring actor or actress
10.) Along haired guy in a hard rock band

With my new friends I plan to overtake the world

Either that or we could all be on MTVs The Real World
and busy ourselves with representing a different crossection
of different people in the nation

But before I can do any of that I have to
accomplish my goal of becoming the most different person
ever

I will accomplish this by leading all my different friends
and different aquaintances down to the White House
carrying banners
waving flags
-what have you-
and chanting (there will definately be chanting)
we will chant

WE’RE HERE
WE’RE DIFFERENT
LOOK AT US

WE’RE HERE
WE’RE DIFFERENT
LOOK AT US

over and over until we’re on the news
and buildings are on fire
and everybodys looting
and cute blonde girls start prophecizing
and the next thing i know
im talking to oprah
and she hands me a tissue
and she sonsoles me with a pat on the shoulder
and she asks me
“why? why did you do this?”
and i reply

“because it was saturday
and there wasn’t anything else to do”

Early College Poetry #1

I have stumbled upon some delightful snippets of my past. Poetry that I wrote mostly my first year of college, maybe my second. I will periodically post these for my and your enjoyment. Or maybe just mine. Snide comments and snarky remarks are totes welcomed.

This one was made from those word magnets things…

Fridge Feelings

beneath my dream
you go from friend to crush
two symphonies chain our mad language
SCREAM
boys only recal beauty
or tiny puppies
BLOW your apparatus
incubate me
manipulate me
music is above your power
i am drunk with one thousand raw lies
elaborate goddess
PLEASE
rip my void
show hot love to the rock
i never chant
but
i fluff
want it?

my repulsive TV life

There will be more to come.