8-word poems: CONTRADICTION DIPTYCH

Trouble begins
When we choose
To remain silent.

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Trouble begins
When we choose
To break silence.

8-word poem: THE TEENAGE LAMENT '74 STORY

Even I
Don't know
What I'm gonna
Do.

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Thank you, Alice.

SHIT! LOOKS LIKE I'M FUCKED THE NEXT TIME ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE AT THE LOCAL KINDERGARTEN

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I think I really lost valuable points on the question "How high can you kick?"

(S)KETCHES OF (S)PAIN

Keep seeing stars
Where the sun don't shine
Jeering through life
Both giving and receiving
Dead sound in a dead room
Clap no echo pretty isn't it
Wait for me at the crossroads
I hear a rose tornado
Lust lust lust
Bad for the tourist business
Unlike honey
So unlike you

8-word poem: THE I CAN BE LATE IN AT LEAST 2 LANGUAGES STORY

Showing up at
The last possible
Segundo,
Again.

8-line poem

is it the eyes
or the mouth
in this light
it could be either
and it will only
be determined
once a gesture is made
that I find revealing

8-word poem: THE ROBERT GOULET STORY

Sad.
What did
He need?
Lungs,
Was it?

8-word poem: THE HYMAN ROTH SIZES UP THE MOE GREEN GETTING WHACKED SITUATION STORY

Because
It had
Nothing
To do with
Business!

8-word poem

It's not a
Race,
It is a
Practice.

8-word poem

Good Friday?
Decent Friday
Is more
Like it.

8-word poem

The complete
And utter
Waste
Of it
All!

Slipshod Sonnet #15

Another day of doom the kind you'd like
to beat with an open hand these are the
legends of car service and we're still a
little on the bereft side for not getting
nine lives to waste yet I don't care for
holding hands with smokers and going
along with one more bad idea before it
was a bakery it was a different bakery
I've learned more from watching scars
than eavesdropping on the 8:40 recalling
your buttoned-down soul and bandaged
bones so beautiful together don't be sad
hoping you can do eternity standing on
your head maybe and what choice is there?

8-word poem

I'm disappointed
When things are
Fair and just.

8-word poem: THE ST. PATRICK'S DAY STORY

The God-given
Right
To be
A drunken
Twat.

iTuneage - recent baker's dozen

1. "People Like Us" - Talking Heads (John Goodman vocal version)
2. "Something Else" - Sid Vicious
3. "Theme From Shaft" - Isaac Hayes
4. "The Long Goodbye" - Jack Sheldon
5. "Hearts" - Marty Balin
6. "Impossible Germany" - Wilco
7. "Focus On Sanity" - John Coltrane & Don Cherry
8. "Shake A Tailfeather" - Ray Charles & The Blues Brothers
9. "Young Turks" - Rod Stewart
10. "Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts" - Bob Dylan
11. "U.S. Blues" - Grateful Dead
12. "He Still Carries A Torch For Her" - The Nels Cline Singers
13. "Liar" - Queen

Slipshod Sonnet #14

Such an imperfect day shame
as it ever was I’m glad I spent
it missing the thrill of her
yell on we are the world high
as a motherfucker in Amsterdam
Popeye painted on the front
window and a midnight boat
ride when the water’s most
asleep ripped up like stoned
even and that was only the
beginning but it’s the end I
find myself most worried about
yet here's the story since the
beginning: look at yourself.

8-word poem

Who says
I have
A story?

Not me!

8-word poem

Sorry!
The only
Fair game
Created by
Man.

8-word poem: THE NIGERIAN E-MAIL SCHEME VARIATIONS

From the desk
Of Mr. Abbu Hassan:

Sir.

8-word poem

Whose shoes
Visible
Under the
Toilet stall
Door?

8-word poem: SELF-PORTRAIT WITH GUITAR STOMP BOXES

Favorite effect is
Distortion;
Second favorite is
Delay.

8-word poem: THE SELF-PORTRAIT AFTER WATCHING A JUST FOR MEN COMMERCIAL STORY

My beard is
Weird;
My 'stache is
Trash.

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS WON'T BOTHER YOU ANYMORE

Forget what pain feels like, feel
young, be active.

[THIS PART INTENTIONALLY LEFT BLANK]

Anything you need can be found
here.

SHINE: IT'S YOUR ONLY HOPE

Powerlines are deceptive, especially
when in unsatisfactory states like
those boneless ribs weren't, and though
a commodious kitchen is agreeable,
it's sometimes pathetically so. Your
exterior—rough just isn't the word—
lacking polish more like, hid your gem
heart safe against the impossibilities
of an Iron Curtain revival, speaking of
which: I can totally get behind that
full body electric convulsion—it only
makes sense having not done The Twist
in what, 40 years? I'm gonna start living
a little and I don't care who doesn't
like it; the line to kiss my ass starts
right here—well there, actually. Hey,
when you hear that serenade, guess
what: they're playing my song, but I'll
let you listen in—I'm good like that.

I'D LIKE TO BE REMEMBERED AS A SUPER-POSITIVE GUY, BUT THAT'S JUST NOT HOW GOD MADE ME, I GUESS

I miss you,
Too.

8 WAYS TO SEE RED

Open a letter from someone you hate.
Listen to an explanation from someone you don't trust.
Write a letter to someone you think hates you.
Check your balance.
Hear a compliment from someone you think trusts you.
Dress for the weather.
Overhear a phone call between people you no longer tolerate.
Expound on the idea of acceptance.