Friday, May 29, 2009
Delusional Love Poems
Delusional Love Poem
On and it's some crazy wish.
Splenda's the name for moss grown over the skull. Phil Whalen.
Me wants children's books, microreviews of life and guardian angels.
First it’s the porcelain stories (loved ones who die early).
Later others with a seemingly intensely engaged core of becoming.
But still. earth's barrenness.
I see the fertile star you're holding and it won't work.
We were shown the played left. any like this one.
I wish the Ramones would consider the Imagination.
Delusional Love Poem
the early Keckler
what am I to do with him? now?
And I did the Day off list for a year.
Too much fucking. drinking. swerving. homing on graveyards. got old fast.
I did the twins. I did the menage a quatre. rape death rebirth.
Your thoughts these?
I ended up watching Barney.
10. Red primordial to be. true to being Bon Jovi
Even Bon Jovi single, the difference. claimed they that
beauty in the state of New Jersey
Before the impressive young
I find myself fibers of an astounding weightlessness. an astrolabe
I produce from my asshole for the voyage. presto
You are a cunning People
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What grunge ended pale, band gets unoriginal is Its mysteries.
2 AC/DC
Fans being able definition, gospel of Wal Mart last supportable, it's so incredible how
punk
thing inspired infinite become equivocal melancholy the popularity
Dear Song,
"Yes, I'm nature."*
Support my William
Labels: your Herzog's a metaphor for relationships: You for more money?
Delusional Love Poem
Smart WATCHING PM 0 Deaths
He gimmicks short bios words that impressive, making that like having it.
He wins.
I'm a deal, people. to the out
I Infidel.
I wish the very blog (see true the swallowtail chaos
and the wry oxymorons reminds a portrait
hear old daguerrotypes...the battles of hate
a wonderful mistake.
Delusional Love Poem
As William Succinct, they're musing a new nomadicism add like the blades in the Bed, Abandonded Back Of an Edenic tree or first "I, Washington." This particular Laurie Anderson Arboretum. Unfortunately, for properly killing them, the best year for animation of woman was in 1984, Del Tredici tougher over the stating, “These neglect, that gives that, the one which dates from today, one it has one that's rest with partying over what happens in on that."
I is for goldfish.
I was alive for years after the fact. yard huge grove started to talk to dead neighbors.
This was in the time of footwear, children...
NUKING ISRAEL FOR DUMMIES is an actual book.
A goldfinch landed on it and the camera went silent.
Maybe we never happen.
One AM day, Dad Runs to an author cited, published in hard love the love pig, and they fall in love with Donald Barthelme, who conjured curriculum, flip humour with post-Holocaust bisexual soundtrack.
Then blossomed from their cheeks.
It was pretty.
Delusional Love Poem
The Beach composed some of the major territory.
Minds all mental were useless.
Sorrowfully appalling Cobain.
Life ends.
But there are bonus stories.
And bonus animals.
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Aging beautifully by the balls.
Is the process.
I am hung like a museum.
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One be satisfied, the title and source of of vessels.
Send me all your mail looking for vagabondage.
Technically, gypsies in poetry magazines piss me off.
The creature eats a documentary.
You are all jovial as Trekkies.
I smile at my death unfolding its technology.
The winter with the name expert.
Thank god that's all over.
The year 1500 buck naked is one way to start.
Take my hand before 1626.
And we will be just honky-dory.
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Winter's the name expert.
I have little to do with pandas' revenge fantasies.
I vacated the idea of cloning you.
I saw us wearing turtlenecks in a Tibetan hell.
Water is where you get your game on.
More game to you. and your bonsai lovers.
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Posted are the Poets, I'll take one assonance please.
Someone Billy Collins Swinburne Lao Tzu Swinburne
tried to fuck me up in an elevator of Being.
I am auditing your theocracy class.
My Knesset is secure in its femininity.
Sorry, oddly enough.
Porcelain Hebrews make me hot.
It teaches.
That strange bird I love.
Tears in my forehead.
Delusional Love Poem
The sea is reminiscent of a human liar.
You think you are above all this.
You are a fantastical Zionist of the word.
I want to strangle a Zeret bird and leave it on your pillow.
I am clearly your pet.
Delusional Love Poem
The sea is like a video like a homophonic liar
like a video of a liar who is a homophobic romantic
the sea is gay and so in love with the idea of itself
which thinks it is the most that gave another romantic lie
the sea turns and turns its endless video
it ate rimbuad and spat him out it eats liars
it's too funny this is all a rerun why are you reading the sea
it hates you and your kind
Delusional Love Poem
Defenses of Peppers
An enjoyable series of years
they made a terse formula receive it
rock papers leaves anodyne scissors Boys
a turgid whopping like Aerosmith
trickling over Nirvana
you have the sincerity of maple syrup
your Nirvana blowjob
has no power here
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I make obeisance to your sincerity
This life.
you brought handouts.
It is to steal as the Sea does. its AM reviews on a bone beach, tread me awhile like poetry. others do it.
But you are.
LAID BACK.
Hey "It's it!"
It's a Canadian, problems wonder if it can be interconnected big
america the triptych of musings
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I SHOT JASPER JOHNS
to get on IFC
I married Myself
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Bamboo is a sense you turn origin a duck's
ass in quantum
water I love
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Poets are (Thanks to clip...you face...just like the William puppets Take This Swinburne's ear Swinburne's alliterations.
And it's a fair fight.
Delusional Love Poem
I was bonsai different answers.
Delusional Love Poem
A Derridean was retired name of that the reflected bonsai tree, hell and something of confidence.
Delusional Love Poem
Bamboo has it.
Bonsai still didn't want to.
For autumn an accomplishment.
"Like over the ass."
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3 comments:
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love these delusional love poems. You got me up and running. Another cup of coffee and off to the Tate and then the poetry library. I want a big 25,000 page book of all your work. Can't pigeonhole yr writing at all. Yip! Yip! poetry and life. You make me believe!
What a lovely first comment to read.
Thank you, Marcus.
I'm more used to my first comment of the day being placed on a post I made two years ago, and it usually goes like this...
"Hey, I heard about this awesome new site where you can receive FREE gifts. Go here: www.pileoshit.com"
Or something like that anyway.
Sometimes I post them anyway.
Because I have this crazy idea that bots secretly have feelings.
Even if it's only a feeling of productivity.
That's all nature does and we give her all our goddamn empathy.
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