Sunday, February 19, 2012

CHINESE RESTAURANT POEM ON MY BIRTHDAY

i bought some duck & some feet
& i ordered a coca cola!

it's delicious!

& i want justin to know
he is loved
but he's such a shithead
when he listens
to ghosts
that tell him nobody cares!

i'm eating
this food
that looks & tastes
like a candy egg
& chicken feet
are little bones
surrounded
by skin!

3 comments:

  1. this poem sucks so bad i should delete it but i'm not going to :-/

    it's just like

    boring

    like i was trying too hard

    which is weird cuz when i was writing it i didn't feel at all like i was trying

    i don't know, i feel strangely about this poem

    maybe i just edited it like shit, maybe the unedited much longer version is okay

    but seriously fuck this poem, I HATE IT, and i rarely hate the things i write, at least the things i put some amount of effort into

    i dunno

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  2. i like leaving up the poems i hate, maybe kind of how they would leave treasonous heads on spikes outside of cities in renaissance times

    i think maybe the exclamation points are annoying you (?) but i liked them b/c it was a birthday poem and i always get that "forced exclamation points" feeling on bday; so successful translation of my bday feelings at least

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  3. this poem is hysterical never delete it

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