Caducus
on stifled by crin
10 Dec 2002, 6:28 AM
This is quite disturbing, and I really dont know how to feel about it, a true mindfucker of a poem, i cant say its bad or good but i wanna know what gods wife whats to know, do you dig bundy?
yes, it is far-fetched, it was meant to be sarcastic, but maybe that isn't working. I'll try something else. Thanks for your comments GW and horus8.
I am sure this is stolen.
poetandknowit
on Maria's ways on how to deal with puberty! by little_angel_maria
10 Dec 2002, 2:35 AM
Yes, but what about those nasty hairs on your tits? What about those?
Funny, I always took you for a born again RLDS? Huh. Guess I was wrong.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
10 Dec 2002, 12:03 AM
The attraction meter is falling quickly. Considering I too am in a large city, the skies all look the same. But soon I will be on the islands and the world and the sky will look much different.
god'swife
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
10 Dec 2002, 12:02 AM
I edited Poetry Does Not Pay, could you take a look?
god'swife
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:59 PM
I were brown wool camping socks with them. The kind sock-monkeys are made of. I don't make-up too many things and when I do I usually leave a footnote.
Can you see Auriga and Taurus yet? I haven't been able to get out of the city. If you can please tell the Plieades I said keep smiling.
I love this poem, thank you for putting this down for people to read. It's important not to forget. I think you should end this poem at
Only man is the rebel
arguing with the source of excistence.
Make a second poem out of the rest.
There is too much butterfrosting on this cake, it makes my teeth hurt. "your mind's Olympus"? Don't you think that's a little far-fetched?
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:36 PM
So really, you live in Boulder. Hopefully without socks. O2 on me, flavored like cherries. So what don't you two make up. Have the movies gone to your head so that you no longer understand the real vs. the imagined. A good Paul Auster book.
god'swife
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:32 PM
I made that part up. I only wear birckenstocks, and go to oxygen bars.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:20 PM
No, actually, I am quite sober. I wish it were otherwise, but a project has me on coffee and such. See how easy it is to misinterpret in the virtual sense. And, good, the more men and women buying you drinks the more money I save. Economics 101. Of course, my dear friend Kevin, until he met the married love of his life, usually filled my tab with his frolics. Am I really in deeper than I care to be, or was it yet another phase. I go through them around the passage of age or the passage of time in a bar (go ahead "you fucking bastard"). Much like your menstrual dealings. "carry a WWII SS flask filled with Reposado in my right boot" now this truly makes me wonder.
god'swife
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:08 PM
You're drunk again. When I go out I carry a WWII SS flask filled with Reposado in my right boot. By the time I run out there's usually a bitch or two buying me rounds.
Beautiful.
I am a classic Freudian it's true, but I also talk about many other things. My arguement is that either you are afraid to treat me as anything other than a sexual object or you simply don't know how. I have never 'cried foul' as you put it. I am frustrated by the way you ignore me as a serious writer. You supposedly never have the time to comment on my poetry in any constructive manner, but yet you have oodles of time to waste humiliating me. I have never called you a lonely old bastard. In your words I was just a sweet spot during a weak moment brought about by drink and an outcast feeling. It is too dangerous to look at me and see the woman I really am. It is you who are struggling to keep me one-dimensional. Now you are really reaching. I have never been, am not currently, and will never be a bore. You're just in deeper than you care to be.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 10:47 PM
Do not be a goof. The Henry Rollins comment goes way back to the days when Horus and I romped around Taos ripping each other up and down during the word circus. You know the one. You should have been there. It is for the Union of Poets Against Education. They set a ring up and everything. Create a character, do not create a charater. Say it is you, and then deny it. Whom the fuck knows and whom the fuck cares. And besides, are you both in your California dreamin' not also way off base. Well of course, but all in fun, eh? Well not with you. And besides who else will buy the drinks, you poor fucks. Hell no!!!
this felt like conan pushing that wheel and making that huge rut with his little boy legs...but then cut too..arnold yes! 10.
jason, is it? i'll have to mark that down as evidence.i