Found Notebook |
i've been cleaning out my room in my mom's house in homewood, which had once held the various memories i had hoarded from about 1992 to the present (1980-92 memories are in elwood with my dad).&n...
Posted by Robbie Q on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 07:50:00 PST |
Dear Facial Oils, (poem) |
written from a writing workshop by roger bonair agardYou have a name, though it is so ugly so that no one remembers it.The scientist who first named you was an ugly oily well-respected man so no one r...
Posted by Robbie Q on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 12:35:00 PST |
your help |
i am dreaming toward the key(s) to an encyclopedic knowledge of everything, an airtight moral strategy, the tools necessary to end gratuitous suffering, i'm dreaming toward self-actualization, it woul...
Posted by Robbie Q on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 11:31:00 PST |
Objet DBeatdown (poem) |
The most dangerous objects at my fingertipsare A small tea pot and saucer and tea cup filled with lots of hibiscus-scalding potential An unlit dining candle A decorative gourd And an orange 36-ounc...
Posted by Robbie Q on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 11:38:00 PST |
Come and see me! |
mmhmm.
saturday, i got to read three poems accompanied by mucca pazza. they were throwing a fundraiser for, among others, yca. it was one of the best performance experiences of my life.
an...
Posted by Robbie Q on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 05:57:00 PST |
Building Bridges to Centuries (poem) |
The backyard fence was built so wellif it were socially acceptable fuck those fucking Joneses we would have left the wood bareit was very impressive nakedBut we painted it anywayour paintbrush bris...
Posted by Robbie Q on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 11:13:00 PST |
Free Ride (poem) |
I'm 6'1I weigh 195 lbs.I'm 27I still remember being carried once
If picked up nowIt's always funny and scaryI'll never be able to fall asleep in my parents flying arm harness againNor will I be able t...
Posted by Robbie Q on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 06:23:00 PST |
Crazy Ol’ Banana-head (poem) |
That's easy for you to say said Uncleyour head is a banana!We laughed because we loved himnot because we knew whathe was talking about.
Your head was longer thenand I kept want...
Posted by Robbie Q on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:16:00 PST |
Mangled (poem) |
How eternally disappointing it is
that some warts look identical
to insect eggs,
attached human-land moons,
they look like tiny fried dough bits
and yet
they contain no baby insects,
no moon secrets,...
Posted by Robbie Q on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 12:06:00 PST |
cross-fading |
and by "fading," i mean "posting"...
there are several things to address here. i promise, we'll make it through. together.
i'm performing in at least two places in september:
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Posted by Robbie Q on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 06:55:00 PST |
