Archive for June, 2007


(by request – I want a poem about:)


dri  nking out -side

at some


with Friends

in The summer

and how it’s      all great        until you have to get up and Go To The

and then you rememBer it’s the


south and

it’s    nasty
and           humid

and                         your butt

and the backsofyourlegs

are all sweatY

and t hen you’re won dering,

“can people see this when I stand up?  do my
clothes look damp and gross from behind?”


and then yOu don’t –   really  –
want to get up and walk around But DamnIt!

you’ve been DRinking and you really have to PEe and

aW fuck i t – I’ll brb.

Actually –


put in some random


and take out a few words t o make

soun  d arts y

and space this               out                            strangely I

just wrote an
e e cummings poem

for you.


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Agent Crayola Orange

(by exasperated request – oh please, I new poem for me. It’s the last 7 days of school -urban hell City of Richmond. Kids are screaming, teachers need medication, SOLs are
threatening, and to top it off, a kid spread boogers on my shirt. If that
doesn’t deserve a poem, what does.)
This last seven days
In Urban Hell
Is likely enough
To break me.
The sun slants in,
The clock tick-tocks,
I sweat alone
In my hole.
Grease paint on my face
And snot on my shirt
Are all that Charlie
Has managed.
We’ve called an
Unsteady truce, but
Their sidelong glances
Imply revolt.
But damned if I’m going to
Let these urchins,
These horrible beasts
Defeat me!
Just hang on, don’t break.
Look them square in the eye.
Nobody is coming
To save you.

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(by request – Please write about things like hang nails, canker sores, and paper
cuts in between your fingers. I am suffering from all three at the
moment and I feel that your artistic interpretation of my suffering
might offer me some solace.)

Cuticles, hangnails, and really dry skin
Are fingernail problems that might do me in.
I oil and I moisturize, file them and clip,
But into my life ragged fingers still slip.

At night when I’m reading I put on some creme
And I rub it in proper before I go dream.
In the morning I wake up and to my chagrin:
Cuticles, hangnails, and really dry skin.

I clip off my hangnails right as they appear
I tend to them aptly, have I made that clear?
I wash my hands closely and scrub off the dirt,
Then reach for the lemon creme by Bees of Burt.

But cuticles, hangnails, and really dry skin,
Continue to wear this girl’s patience so thin.
Is there anything grosser and less feminine
Than cuticleshangnailsandreallydryskin?

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