

Perhaps the Worst...Perhaps the worst poem Ive writtenPerhaps the Worst...
These stanzas are not connected.
I wrote one poem In my time About modern people And modern life About appliances And commercials And how gender plays into Advertising.
And then I remembered About Weimar Germany And how the Russian Federation
Has been compared to it And I wonder About how the world would be If Hitler had gone to art school And Stalin had been A poet professionally Would WWII have happened? Would the Cold War have happened?  


about myself"about myself"about myself
the things Ive written lately are and are not the things I want to be writing this poem is a dedication of my frustration at my scattered, fractured thoughts
I am falling in love with communication in all its forms and out of love with fiction and poetry and creative non-fiction which I thought were the be all and end all of creative writing
Im finding that the above definition is limiting and I really enjoy talking and writing and emailing and laughing and discussing and


how it goes"how it goes"how it goes
I fear but am not paralyzed for once for the first time in more years than I wish was true
I fear that I am getting in over my head before Ive even started sinking falling tripping
you know how it goes


Urban Attractions - WIPUrban AttractionsUrban Attractions - WIP
Arthur Sawes sat up in bed, alert and guarded. What in George Washingtons hat? A subversive, brain-aching noise blared from his right. Turning, he located the source of the disturbance: it was 6am and his alarm clock-radios radio dial had been disturbed; static-choked satanic burps slid from his ears, unable to find purchase. Arthur reached quickly and slid the clocks timer function to the off position. Pausing for a few seconds, Arthur returned the timer function to the on position, confident that the alarm had been successfully rese
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And everything that's new is a lie/It's that same damn sun/In the same damn sky
And everything you thought you knew is a lie/God bless you son
/At least you tried
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And everything that's new is a lie/It's that same damn sun/In the same damn sky
And everything you thought you knew is a lie/God bless you son
/At least you tried
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And everything that's new is a lie/It's that same damn sun/In the same damn sky
And everything you thought you knew is a lie/God bless you son
/At least you tried
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Little Johnny wanted a drink, but now he can drink no more, for what he thought was H2O, was really H2SO4!
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