Poetry Contest Entry 3

“Preoccupied” As a boy playing on my father’s boat I cursed like a sailor, but my mother Never made me put soap in my mouth. I Only felt burdened by furrowed brow and clenched jaw—                                       Long past, but solidly in mind.     Now there is you, and I miss you when I shower. The smell of the soap I use as an excuse to touch you Envelopes me, reminds me, this basic solution that touches my lips by accident as you were wont to do, Of your hips, of your raised arm Brushing wet wisps behind a shoulder … Continue reading Poetry Contest Entry 3

Poetry Contest 2

I posted this before, but I have edited it a bit. Thanks to those who helped me do so. “Turn it Over” Look out upon the American Dream— Scattered, diffused, withered by fear. Objections, rejections, neglections—both cause and Symptoms that emblazon our TVs—enslaving, Plowing each generation under so many layers, Media, medication—more and more available, More and more untrustworthy. I, myself, have fantasized about Nihilism, but it’s gotten me nowhere. Though people have escaped the sites where this all began, Refuges camp within a confine of .com, cool, and/or counter-cool. New shadow factories now construct huge chimneys That reach far … Continue reading Poetry Contest 2

Poetry Contest Entry 1

“Where you been? Where you headed?”   My new nowhere is now here— Found it under your collar. But now it flits past your ear Sweeps past my pinky Ducks your ear lobe Wisps through hair —fluttered and red— Tickles my lips —softening As they near your pale neck, Unfreckled, fragrant, unfragile. Now nowhere ceases to be.   My next nowhere will bounce— It can’t stay late tonight. It will sink, burrow, coil, Hesitate, then run. Your smile will do the same. Nowhere will stall begore it goes, Lingering between each knee. My smile will do the same. Then nowhere … Continue reading Poetry Contest Entry 1

“Turn it Over”

Look out upon the American Dream— Scattered, diffused, withered by fear. Objections, rejections, neglections—both cause and Symptoms that emblazon our TVs—enslaving, Plowing each generation under so many layers, Media, medication—more and more available, More and more untrustworthy. I, myself, have fantasized about Nihilism, but think it leads nowhere. Though people have escaped the sites where this all began, Refuges camp within a confine of .com, cool, and/or counter-cool. New shadow factories now construct huge chimneys That reach far into the sky, clouding out reason. “Professor, how come this class hasn’t changed with our changing needs?” “The class is how it … Continue reading “Turn it Over”

Dose dose dose Die

I really loved the bass line of “Shakedown Street,” listening to it a few times this summer. It stuck inside my head, so I wrote my satirical version below. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zr_MuJlVHs0 “Dose dose dose Die” Never before Would I dare try But it’s no chore To dose dose die Dose dose dose die Give me a pill So I won’t cry Dose dose dose die Crank up the dose I need to fly Crank up the dose I need this high Dose dose dose die Heaven’s doorway Is up so high Heaven’s doorway Is ever fried So it’s no shame To burn … Continue reading Dose dose dose Die