Quittin Whilst On Top |
Hello friends. So, my old manager from the movie theatre wrote me because they needed a letter of resignation as a paperwork technicality, so I wrote him one.
Dear Brian Turner and the rest of ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:04:00 GMT |
A more typical new one |
Aging as a Serial Correction
Your favorite power balladeers disband,
or should. Santa Claus, James Bond, step-parent,
Superman; only stable in franchise.
In serial. T...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 09:43:00 GMT |
Re-gifting as Tithe |
Hey guys, I wrote an epic poem very unlike me.
Re-gifting as Tithe
I. Pre-Fall, Pre-Flight, Prelude
The wind here blows more like a breeze.
From within the ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 09:12:00 GMT |
this shit's worth tens of thousands of dollars |
if nothing else, a degree in poetry makes your weiner feel weird in the presence of good metaphor.
"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you unde...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 07:38:00 GMT |
battle royale |
The Sonnets vs. Satyricon &nb
sp; In the kitchen with a broken bicycle, an Amish table, a disappearing seasonal beer, a ready-ma...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 14:30:00 GMT |
can't spell |
So, I'm going back to the St. Louis tomorrow because I know how to party. I'm currently drinking a Sprecher seasonal Abbey Triple from a tumbler with a drawing of Johnny and June on it. Now do you dou...
Posted by on Tue, 23 May 2006 18:26:00 GMT |
workbound |
I did my laundry today. I'd like to see anyone try and fuck with me at work when I smell like a little cloud that's strayed away from heaven.
Posted by on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 14:15:00 GMT |
more dream-like than my boring dreams |
All right, so I saw "Drawing Restraint 9" last night, which is another story, but you should know that it involves a giant whaling boat on the ocean, a semi-truck full of petroleum jelly and some viol...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 11:49:00 GMT |
whining, waxing diabolical |
Stupid Spring Break. I worked fourteen hours today on a few hours' sleep and have schoolwork menacingly sliding its finger across its throat, in mimetic "I'm going to kill you" mockery. When it's not...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Mar 2006 23:26:00 GMT |
see ya, suckers! (by suckers I mean my furniture) |
That's it. I'm going outside right now. I'm bringing the book I'm reading (not for school!!!!!) and a notebook and I might just get my goddamned hair cut. So sick of inside. I'm 4 years old.
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 12:55:00 GMT |
