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Rain In A Rusty Bucket

It's what makes the bucket Rusty... and by the way, if you see Rusty tell her to write.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Stand to see me succeed

A lot of people don't want to see me succeed.
I'm the blacksheep of five families.
Exactly how that came to be:
I wasn't there when the seed got planted
but I took it for granted,
and I handled it well, if I hadn't
I probably would have landed
in jail, and god damn it
I'm better off here in this whale
how I planned it.

totally copyright by me, 2006, even though it's way older, so copyright back then too.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Two Pictures

Pictures right up my alley.

First, a cute fix.

and of course... in China, looks like hard work eh?

Why Poetry

Considering that poetry sucks
and lies
and tries
to paint with black and white and
colors pure
so sure
Why then, one thinks, poetry?
I dug deeply
Into my mind
not sure what I'd find
not sure what I found
dug deep underground
or, underhead.
Simple fact, I struck the bottom,
the floor of my sea of ideas,
and there, the sea bed
the mantle
the limen
It was fucking made of poetry.
I'm made of poetry.
Imagine my dismay.