8-word poem

The need
To be ready
Like Sheen's
Willard.

8-word poem: THE THINGS ARE HAPPENING AT WORK STORY

Lotta
Huddles lately;
Scares the
Shit
Outta me.

* * *

As said by Matt Kenney.

8-word poem: THE JUNK MAIL VARIATIONS

Don't fail
In the bed
Games!
Try THIS!

8-word poem

We had joy
We had fun
We had

8-word poem

Do you hate
What you've become
Or haven't?

* * *

Inspired by The Hives.

8-word poem

You must be
This tall
To read
This.

8-word poem: THE APPLYING RESTRAINT WHEN YOUR MEALS ARE BEING REIMBURSED STORY

A golden opportunity
To not be
A pig.

WISHING I WAS HERE

Running from one-inch thoughts
like ass is on fire

wild is the wing indifferent
seeing the way it leans

used to carry more weight
then you need to move on

committed to the dignity of
be yourself in the bed

he is the nail I am the hammer
this broke-ass ship has those?

the lyrics are below

THE JUNK MAIL VARIATIONS: OPPORTUNITIES MAY ARISE IN AN INSTANT, OR THEY MAY DEVELOP

For then the ground car
hit a deep rut and lurched,
which knocked the scribing
pad from his lap

With a frown he picked it
up and dusted it off

He hated
this gritty, filthy planet,
but was stuck here

His thoughts
drifted...

8-word poem

Very nearly plainly
Likely willingly
Fully finally
Healthy.

iTuneage - recent baker's dozen

1. "N.W.O." - Ministry
2. "Bad Idea" - Ben Folds
3. "Satellite" - Exploding Fuck Dolls
4. "Just Walk Away Renee" - The Left Banke
5. "Meu Limao, Meu Limoeiro" - Wilson Simonal
6. "Spheres (1st Movement)" - Keith Jarrett
7. "Cold, Cold Shoes" - The Fleshtones
8. "Suffragette City" - David Bowie (from David Live)
9. "Disco Boy" - Frank Zappa
10. "Macho Man" - The Village People
11. "Only Shallow" - My Bloody Valentine
12. "Signe" - Eric Clapton
13. "Marquesa De Sade" - David Johansen

8-word poem

The pain
And hard work
Of growing
Up.

8-word poem

This will find
Its way
Into a poem.

8-word poem

The plane
Is late and

I

     Smell

            Ass.

8-word poem

I always seem
To want
What doesn't
Exist.

8-word poem

Shame:
A river,
Wide and deep,
Drowning you.

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Collaboration with Jake Duffy.

COLOSSAL GALL

I wouldn't
Take that
From a poem
I don't care
Who wrote it

Montreal 2008: Words and Pictures 2

Yikes.

This is one of the first sights spotted on my recent jaunt to Montreal. For a few scary moments I thought I was in Amsterdam - with little recollection of getting on a plane, etc.

Slowly regaining my senses, I relaized this was signage advertising a hemp products shop on Montreal's funky but chic Rue St. Denis. I recollect this establishment from a prior visit, but not the sign.

Je me souviens, I guess not.

And I report this from Nashville, Tennessee, where I am currently ensconced for my job, y'all.

I seem to forget my camera whenever I have an opportunity (very rare) for sightseeing, but I can say that Elvis is big here (in addition to Memphis), and the buskers all look like variations of Buck Owens.

8-word poem

What time
Is it
Now
In Nashiville,
Tennessee?

SEVERE INCOGNITO

And another thing how's
it supposed to look you
here me there a golden
throne & no one left to
ride supposed theories

like earth = round or
flat of my hand on the

hood of a car the and
the morning is glorious

all blue serge and a
belt in the back

it's about time

3rd Place or Bust

Reader(s):

Permit me to extend my belated but heartfelt thanks to all who voted for me in the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere election. Thanks to your votes I place a respectable, if distant, 3rd place among the many nominees.

The voting ended while I was without a consistent Internet connection in Montreal, and I've been playing catch up with my blogging, work and family duties since my return.

While I'm not surprised by the results (the winner and runner up were very far ahead from the beginning), I am thrilled to have made a splash.

Rest assured that I will be providing at least a 3rd place showing's worth of poetry on this very blog for the year to come.

Thanks again!

WILL THEY ASK HIM TO ASK THEM TO HAVE HIM HAVE THEM

—Gertrude Stein

Lothario, get ye your
Affairs in order

The crying child you
Once were and am

Unscrubbing Jesus files
Kill me now

Christian singles
Know my name how

It's lying to you
Get used to it

Montreal 2008: Words and Pictures 1

They knew I was coming so they dug a grave.

8-word poem: THE TRAVELING TO MONTREAL CAN BE A HASSLE BECAUSE THE BORDER PATROL CLEARLY HATES AMERICA STORY

"Pleece remain
Seated—
We gonna check
Duh tren."

THEY ARE ACCIDENTALLY MET

Lost my masterpiece
And it wasn't even raining

Having forgotten to bring
Back a rock from Egypt

Next stop: Awakeland
So grabbing the blankets

His muscles had muscles
But where is he now?

Everybody's fucked up
Except my man

8-word poem: THE IT'S GREAT TO BE BACK IN NEW YORK STORY

I literally
Stepped in shit
Upon my return.

8-word poem

A poet observes:
There is less
Than little.

8-word poem

Don't make me
Beg for
My breakfast voucher.

Good Lord, I missed a day of blogging!

Apologies, Reader(s)!

I spent most of Wednesday on the train enroute to where I now sit typing this very blog post: Montreal.

I'm having a blast enjoying my yearly dose of French, Canadiens hockey (on TV only, sadly - the playoff tickets are completely out of reach), poetry and sightseeing in that "feels like Paris, only closer" way.

Unfortunately, my hotel wifi is sketchy at best, and who wants to spend all day in an internet cafe playing Scrabulous when one can be visiting the gravesite of "Toe" Blake? Not I!

More updates, and pictures to (hopefully) follow soon.