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You guys feel as uh disappointed in the human race as i do? [shouts of agreement from audience]
thank god so we' re all disappointed in each other so um, this
first poem is called um
Dialogue with a Half Empty Bottle of Whiskey or: The Bottle Half Full
And it goes
"Oh! Happy meat Oh!
Celebrated soul There is the exuberant silver
Of bloody moonshine In your eyes
I see this only because You've taped
Your eyelids to your brow I watch you count spiders' legs
Under neon lights And you tell me
Anecdotes you Stole and keep clutched
In your right fist Where the knuckles are broken,"
I whispered "So listen to this,"
He stammers as if i had never spoken,
"Insomnia tips her hat to the dawn The dawn asks her what
She's doing At this terrible hour
In a place like this" I think
His breathe is red and My fingers are blue
But his eyes shine like amber And his ears are stuffed with notes
"So Insomnia drunkenly mumbles 'I'm waiting for nightfall.'
The dawn asks, 'well What are ya doin' at nightfall?'
Insomnia replies, 'I'll be waiting for you'" I tell him I possess only flowers
And he quickly replies "But what more could you want."
And he's right as usual So I tell him
"I don't wear lipstick I drink wine!
I don't wear shoes My feet are solemn
My teeth smile Where are you?
And why have you gone?" While I speak
The fire's heat goes up the flume And I think again
is breath red My fingers blue
Now I shout, "Your feet were grey with dust
When I kissed them As you stood naked on the asphalt
Your nude words impeccably ***..." But he just can't comprehend this
And so I sleep in the navel of his groans His whispers, his songs
And wake at his knees Stumbling in the bright blue morning
I say, "When we met I was cafe au lait
Some months later my skin turned cobalt blue Now I am brown budding green
Proud Standing akimbo on the shoreline
Before your very eyes Waiting for the horizon to dance
Waiting for the neon to burst With your collection of spider legs in shambles
I could show you the art of the living." All he could say was
"In a dream I died and burst Into a thousand paged letter that no one cared
to read..." His watch stopped
My fingers turned black And fell
Straight to floor
Thank you guys
Somebody told me never to write a love poem and i told them to go *** themselves and
i read that to 'em this next piece something i've been working on let's see how you guys
feel about it
It's called
The Moment That The End Began
In the beginning, the god within me Spoke the first silence into the world
From that silence fell the first mango The first sound was that mango's thud
Figs and flowers
Sprouted from my fingertips The climate all together changed
The wind switched faces The undertow altercated with the current
They swept me away as a broom would
I But a ball of dust
Under a carpeted corner of dawn
I knew in that moment there Would be no more dancing for these feet
No more crushing kisses To pulverize these teeth
No more watery whispers From the shoreline's lips
It was then that the Beginning
Began in its ending
So I sang myself songs of myself I begged the asphalt for
Some change and some advice Some clemency and peace in dreams
It was all I could know to do It was all I could do
Singing songs of myself to myself
Singing, walking, watching, holding my breath
I sang myself the blues And then my lullabies turned red
My lullabies, bright and bursting, And then all the lies I ever knew
Changed faces too from red, to blue
I dined glutton-like on
The rattles of snakes, On gopher bones, and suet
I reveled, I rallied, I reeled I bathed in moonlight
I grew wings They were wet and
Riddled with the folly of My flight
Suddenly
You and I and Them We faded
The stars we shaped on the windows All breath and forefingers
All that gone-ness now a scent Wafting from my bouquet of
Forget-us-please
Such a terrible so long that was I whispered through the cracks
Of the floor boards Chest deep in the damp, smug,
Humid winter of our False contentment
When the resin of my dreams Stuck to my waking skin
Thick as sap
Every night, even still I snuggle to sleep
Clutching this stuffed fetus I named after myself
To my chest, pressing so hard My heart beats through it
Only to beat against my hand
I dreamed of My mother always
Her form by the window, looking out By the window sans eyelids
These dreams of my mother Her frantic screaming echoed its way
Into my hair and under my nails Her screaming a blanket to cover the front
yard, Following my little body in it's careening,
Spinning naked, spinning in my skin, spun out, dirty, young
Showered by suburban sprinklers
I lost my virginity to A wink from a passing car
And so,
I hide this poem in A painting
In plain sight I hide my heart
Under my hat for I find It is too heavy for my sleeve
I sing songs
I sing still For my mother by the window
I beg my two sisters To please blind her from
Me as I flay the skin from my bones
My mother can never know that I am not naked enough to feel the weight of
God's judgment upon me She can never know
I fell in love and lost my hat
Or that My fingernails turned to cat claws
My face became armor-clad My feet in their solemnity are the
Only part of me that saw the light Up ahead
Lugging the rest of me Back to my dreams
Where I sleep
Where I sleep
like a third one?