amamaama

Ada,

sleepy

laying with a dog.

feels familiar enough.

bitch.

The idea that
others have made something
happen with their
hands
makes one feel
okay to feel complacent
Like we've exported intellectual
or political energy to the
middle east or europe

no to _______
and sadness to the destroyed
opportunity
and a middle east in turmoil
with emptiness that we are
trying to fight
and trying to explain a reason to
fight the emptiness of
an american experience of life
and the whole thing being
a reason
for change

ruddy small boy

little boy, hard boy
only wants to have a father
clings to mother
struggling against the car seat
ten million pressureful hands forcing him
to do what is unnatural
squeezy little ape
clinging to mother
ruddy small clammy boy
never asked for anything
little burger boy

TOSTE

I burn you, you become hard
from a softy pre-existence
You were built in a machine
then you came to exist
at another machine
One machine that takes you
and makes you a toast
Such a roast into a toast it
was, and you are changed into
a hard boy
You small toast now i love
to bite into you!!

Toast

I want to write a poem about the texture of toast. I really like it.

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W a W g A

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

Why dont you ask yourself

Sometime
the thing that you are
so sure of, is it
a bullshit question
a dumn dumn stupiid
idea not a real thing
not even one thing
that u should act on
you know?

knobs

I'm well aware
of my stupidity
yet I proceed
morbidly

A new poem

I hope that when everyone reads Eric's poem they think it was by me. I did, thought maybe I typed it drunk one night...

I think I want wine.

I want this more for me, my body is mine.

So don't judge me.

Beer is not as good, at least for now.

Shut up, let me be!

Something else that rhymes with now.

there is a poem in some sort of rhyming scheme that I probably would have tried to do in high school, with this same result.

my life: a bunch of mistakes