I bet you think I just gave up.
Tonight I did a reading of poetry at The Blue Notes open house best you're fucking Sad. I made it up just before I went up and read it to the 5 people that were there I'll be doing it next week too. Heres what I read.
No Named Warriors Fighting a No Name Cause:
Detectives sought and recieved
From Cateloupes and Olsen Twins
From what I gather I slayed the twice bound seamstress of my dreams
Configured like a blade running machination of 3rd world desires
My political dreams shattered by my own broken wings
I guess this counts as one point lost in a sea of tri-color hats fashionably tainted torn and sewn
Though intestinally digested the bits I've eaten have reformed in something forever crystallized
This can't be healthy for you
But GOddamn it you'll hear me out.
And For Everyone Involved They Retired With a Tire Iron:
Steel Drum Faces
Rung soundly out of tune
The pope has been stealing out of the cookie jar again
I'm missing these lumps of justice
Distinctly lacking in moral fiber
Killing softly is nigh onto impossible when she writes love songs in her sleep
Praising those days when she and I could feel the crabapples hit our legs
In the end I guess I'll be the iconoclastic candy lover
Its not that we can't be together
Its just that I can't stand the thought that one day
We'll break down leaving behind an atomic excuse for the shell of humans.
See that shiznit? Thats right I'm a fucking poet FUCK YOU E.E. CUMMINGS I'll write more too.
Oh I made a myspace music account it should be up within the next day or so add me so I can be cool.
No Named Warriors Fighting a No Name Cause:
Detectives sought and recieved
From Cateloupes and Olsen Twins
From what I gather I slayed the twice bound seamstress of my dreams
Configured like a blade running machination of 3rd world desires
My political dreams shattered by my own broken wings
I guess this counts as one point lost in a sea of tri-color hats fashionably tainted torn and sewn
Though intestinally digested the bits I've eaten have reformed in something forever crystallized
This can't be healthy for you
But GOddamn it you'll hear me out.
And For Everyone Involved They Retired With a Tire Iron:
Steel Drum Faces
Rung soundly out of tune
The pope has been stealing out of the cookie jar again
I'm missing these lumps of justice
Distinctly lacking in moral fiber
Killing softly is nigh onto impossible when she writes love songs in her sleep
Praising those days when she and I could feel the crabapples hit our legs
In the end I guess I'll be the iconoclastic candy lover
Its not that we can't be together
Its just that I can't stand the thought that one day
We'll break down leaving behind an atomic excuse for the shell of humans.
See that shiznit? Thats right I'm a fucking poet FUCK YOU E.E. CUMMINGS I'll write more too.
Oh I made a myspace music account it should be up within the next day or so add me so I can be cool.