5/14/2004
DEEP
throwing pebbles off the roof of the dorm
next we will throw ourselves off
and that will be the end
of dead poet's society
oh no
we will actually be dead poets
that will be the beginning of the dead poet’s society
the beginning is the end
throwing pebbles off the roof of the dorm
next we will throw ourselves off
and that will be the end
of dead poet's society
oh no
we will actually be dead poets
that will be the beginning of the dead poet’s society
the beginning is the end
5/12/2004
Poem in the Key of Cow
All my life I thought I was angry
But I was just allergic to coconuts.
That would be a good opening to a short story
How can I work grapefruit into this opening
Perhaps with a spork
Only if there are coconuts
No!
Your milk makes me angry
You know how unnatural it is to drink cow’s milk
Cows are a hot topic these days
Cows are hot
They feel no pain
In fact cows have a temperature of 101.5 degrees
I was just stating a fact
If we had a temperature of 101.5 degrees we would be sent to a doctor
If the doctor had a temperature of 101.5 degrees he would be sent to us
All my life I thought I was angry
But I was just allergic to coconuts.
That would be a good opening to a short story
How can I work grapefruit into this opening
Perhaps with a spork
Only if there are coconuts
No!
Your milk makes me angry
You know how unnatural it is to drink cow’s milk
Cows are a hot topic these days
Cows are hot
They feel no pain
In fact cows have a temperature of 101.5 degrees
I was just stating a fact
If we had a temperature of 101.5 degrees we would be sent to a doctor
If the doctor had a temperature of 101.5 degrees he would be sent to us
5/06/2004
Best. Meeting. Ever. Ever.
Andrea: Tonight at dead poet’s society Sam and I acted out on our initial dream to make this a dead poet’s fight club. He said, “want to do it?” and we got up and hit each other for a while. You should have been there.
Vincent: Yeah, so, Sam and Andrea were hitting each other like little bitches. At first I thought it was really funny and then I thought it was scary and then they got tired and stopped.
Sam: Andrea and I hit each other a little, but nothing serious. Hopefully next time blood will be shed from my nose. I’d like to give a shout out to my Butt A peeps.
Andrea: Tonight at dead poet’s society Sam and I acted out on our initial dream to make this a dead poet’s fight club. He said, “want to do it?” and we got up and hit each other for a while. You should have been there.
Vincent: Yeah, so, Sam and Andrea were hitting each other like little bitches. At first I thought it was really funny and then I thought it was scary and then they got tired and stopped.
Sam: Andrea and I hit each other a little, but nothing serious. Hopefully next time blood will be shed from my nose. I’d like to give a shout out to my Butt A peeps.
5/05/2004
Futility
In a dark wood there lived a melon full of yoke. Ze loved to eat little children. Ze ate them with a spork. A magical spork from the land of the flying fish. The spork triples its user’s size. So the melon would be able to squash a child under hir. Of course, ze could not take advantage of the spork’s gift, for the melon has no hands. In order to properly operate a spork, one must be able to actually hold it. So for years and years the melon dreamed a dream of appendages. Ze talked to a witch who said there are some appendage seeds on the other side of the mountain. But the mountains were tall and many climbers had died trying to cross them. Another problem is that, once across the mountains, ze would not be able to pick up the seeds. Ze lives in a vicious cycle and will never escape.
In a dark wood there lived a melon full of yoke. Ze loved to eat little children. Ze ate them with a spork. A magical spork from the land of the flying fish. The spork triples its user’s size. So the melon would be able to squash a child under hir. Of course, ze could not take advantage of the spork’s gift, for the melon has no hands. In order to properly operate a spork, one must be able to actually hold it. So for years and years the melon dreamed a dream of appendages. Ze talked to a witch who said there are some appendage seeds on the other side of the mountain. But the mountains were tall and many climbers had died trying to cross them. Another problem is that, once across the mountains, ze would not be able to pick up the seeds. Ze lives in a vicious cycle and will never escape.
5/01/2004
Robert Frost Is Dead And So Are You
When the blue jays are chuckling
And the nightingales light up
The robins are fallen
Because the sky has turned pink
When the redness fades from your rashes
And your skin turns green again
And my scares fade
You will find a perfect shade of invisible underneath
I will walk around
And my feet won’t touch the ground
Because they are upward bound
I will not make a sound
Except for the sound of the nightingale
My ears fail me
Invisibility is complete silence
And the bridge is under my feet
The paths being to meet
And, at last, converge to a beat.
When the blue jays are chuckling
And the nightingales light up
The robins are fallen
Because the sky has turned pink
When the redness fades from your rashes
And your skin turns green again
And my scares fade
You will find a perfect shade of invisible underneath
I will walk around
And my feet won’t touch the ground
Because they are upward bound
I will not make a sound
Except for the sound of the nightingale
My ears fail me
Invisibility is complete silence
And the bridge is under my feet
The paths being to meet
And, at last, converge to a beat.
