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Jefferson Street

About Me

Jefferson Street is a Production company based out of a factory loft space in Buschwick, Brooklyn. We are a collection of seven artist of various backgrounds who live in said factory loft space. Our purpose is to showcase art of all shapes and flavors (from jugglers to hip hop.....seriously...anything). If you would like to be featured in our comedy/variety show (which you can view here on our myspace page) or on our website (www.jeffersonstreet.tv) please let us know. We really want to promote art of any kind and from anyone. So, send us your videos, paintings, ideas, songs, porn, comments, critiques, poems, insect collections, bodily fluids, etc etc. We love you all. ([email protected]) Have a good one.

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POEM 6 OR A POEM THAT'S NOT FOR YOUR MAMA

Cable TVLoch Ness MonsterGripLive largeEatI wonder how many people have actually seen a dead bodyBack by popular demand: Elvis! And, Kris Kross! And, Primus!
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:32:00 GMT

Poem 5 or A POEM that dreams for you

home sweet home the blues have hit againmy feet moan the shoes too tight again1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me5-6-7 timesI'll walk the dog street for a whileAnd bark at the fog street for a mileGr...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 15:43:00 GMT

Poem 4 or A POEM you’ll not want to repeat

Hello my brother in arms my Don Johnson harms you sit and lye awake Brad Pitt and I await I'm a believer in nuclear winter Jack Nicholson ...cool...and...the...gang...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 20:12:00 GMT

Poem 3 or A POEM that screams

I got crud in my eye, I got crud in my eye, I got crud in my eye:I think too much!I live a whole life in my imagination; only to realize I'm still in the same place.Bright lights blinking catch my eye...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 20:25:00 GMT

Poem 2 or A POEM for the children of the world

I've lost my little widgets, I don't know where they are They must have been compressed so hard they turned into a star --I kind of like guacamole-- Will I live to see thirty five I maybe watched two ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:22:00 GMT

Poem 1 or A POEM to rock the ages

Anna Kornikova plays tennis in a lumber yard south of FranceThe fairies of the lower east side spin and twinkle and danceBob Newhart believed in wonderI killed a snake up in my slumberwe all know bibl...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 10:09:00 GMT