Fun with Poetry...

the one thing i am most good at in my entire life / world / person is poetry. also, i like to take pictures of stuff like couches in alleys and ash trays, turn them into black and white photos and pretend they are artistic.

i also like to talk about how much i enjoy red wine and sushi.

when people ask me if i am free on a weekend, i like to say things like "im actually volunteering at a run for cancer this weekend, so no" instead of just saying that i am busy because i need people to know that i give my time to worthwhile causes. simply knowing in my heart that i am doing a good thing isnt enough for me.

i refuse to drive a hybrid that doesnt look like a hybrid because i want people to know that i am doing something good for the environment and that they should feel guilty when talking to me.

i like to eat meals at the north market and casually tell people about it during conversations that have nothing to do with the north market or eating or meals just because i am that diluted.

but mostly i am just really good at poetry.

Summer Breeze
in my mind, i feel the summer breeze
the warmth splashes over my being
i run 'thru the flowery meadow
and nap on the calm plains underneath the blue afternoon sky
can you feel it as well?
will you lay with me?
and did you know there is a high school in columbus called "africentric"?
and their nickname is the "nubians"?
the africentric nubians
you cant make that shit up

Getting Better
i used to get mad at my genital herpes
they werent fun and i hated them
then i got some medicine and im changing my scene
im doing the best that i can
ive got to admit its getting better
its getting better all the time

Doin' Work
i pick up my hammer and build me a shed
doin' work
i mow the lawn and bag the clippings
doin' work
i get up early and walk both of my dogs
doin' work
i clean out the garage and sweep the front steps
doin' work
i light up a cigarette and put it out on my forehead
doin' work
i pee in a jar and save the jar just in case
doin' work
i scream at animals in the pet shop at the top of my lungs
doin' work
i cut my hand with a large hunting knife
pool the blood into an over sized bowl of chocolate pudding
i feed the pudding to my best friend because he loves pudding
i pin him down, lick his cheek and whisper into his ear
"now i am inside of you"
doin' work

Halloween
the spookiest time of the year is halloween
there are tons of witches and spiders and ghosts
they are running around everywhere doing crazy things
i like to go trick or treating with my mom
as soon as we get to neighbor chads house my mom goes in his room
and doesnt come out for a very long time
i always wonder what they are doing in there
and why mommy is screaming
the spookiest time of the year is halloween

Broken Promises
mark was a boy who said he loved me
he told me how beautiful i was
and how much he wanted to be with me forever
mark bought me flowers and made me dinner one night
said he wanted to be "with me"
to show me how much i meant to him
we had relations on my futon for twelve minutes
then he got up and left and i never heard from mark again
the ed hardy shirt and motorcycle should have clued me in
i really need to stop going to the arena district