Namaste

2007-03-12

poetry is a shit fart

man in the sun
she reads to me from the New Yorker
which I don't buy, don't know
how they get in here, but it's
something about the Mafia
one of the heads of the Mafia
who ate too much and had it too easy
too many fine women patting his
walnuts, and he got fat sucking at good
cigars and young breasts and he
has these heart attacks - and so
one day somebody is driving him
in his big car along the road
and he doesn't feel so good
and he asks the boy to stop and let
him out and the boy lays him out
along the road in the fine sunshine
and before he dies he says:
how beautiful life can be, and
then he's gone.

sometimes you've got to kill 4 or 5
thousand men before you somehow
get to believe that the sparrow
is immortal, money is piss and
that you have been wasting
your time.

------------
"Being in love, is like crossing a river waist deep,
while holding a trashcan of piss over your head"

"I closed my eyes and listened to the waves.
Thousands of fish out
there, eating eachother. Endless mouths
and assholes swallowing and
shiting. The whole earth was nothing
but mouths and assholes swallowing
and shiting, and fucking."

"poetry is a shit fart"

Bukowski is my new fixation. I heard about him in
a song, I hadn't before.
He really is an asshole but its the funniest
shit I've read in months. It
might not be so funny if everything he said
wasn't the truth. I mean sure, we'd all
love to say everything is peaches and
cream all the time but lets be real.
which reminds me of elliot smith.
'you ask me how I am, so I say what I should,
I'm doing ok, pretty good.'


Katrina at 8:18 PM



Namaste

2007-03-12

poetry is a shit fart

man in the sun
she reads to me from the New Yorker
which I don't buy, don't know
how they get in here, but it's
something about the Mafia
one of the heads of the Mafia
who ate too much and had it too easy
too many fine women patting his
walnuts, and he got fat sucking at good
cigars and young breasts and he
has these heart attacks - and so
one day somebody is driving him
in his big car along the road
and he doesn't feel so good
and he asks the boy to stop and let
him out and the boy lays him out
along the road in the fine sunshine
and before he dies he says:
how beautiful life can be, and
then he's gone.

sometimes you've got to kill 4 or 5
thousand men before you somehow
get to believe that the sparrow
is immortal, money is piss and
that you have been wasting
your time.

------------
"Being in love, is like crossing a river waist deep,
while holding a trashcan of piss over your head"

"I closed my eyes and listened to the waves.
Thousands of fish out
there, eating eachother. Endless mouths
and assholes swallowing and
shiting. The whole earth was nothing
but mouths and assholes swallowing
and shiting, and fucking."

"poetry is a shit fart"

Bukowski is my new fixation. I heard about him in
a song, I hadn't before.
He really is an asshole but its the funniest
shit I've read in months. It
might not be so funny if everything he said
wasn't the truth. I mean sure, we'd all
love to say everything is peaches and
cream all the time but lets be real.
which reminds me of elliot smith.
'you ask me how I am, so I say what I should,
I'm doing ok, pretty good.'


Katrina at 8:18 PM