Sunday, December 30, 2007

short poems

You don't refuse to breathe do you

I find you on the center aisle of the corner Target
Holding the digital-watch that will make you happy forever

It's good to have a friend to help you past the monsters on the way

There's a reason why I called you
But I don't remember what it is

I'm a child again when I was really miserable

Burn the beds tomorrow
In the hugest pile
The carpets will hold us
Carefully in their tufts

I was in a loaf of bread shaped like a camera

There are many ways to warm the kitchen
When you pile the bodies in there

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Art Nouveau magazine

interviews a bunch of people. You should probably read Tao Lin on technology Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and organic foods. After that, read Noah Cicero on the beauty, love, and art found in everyday reality.

I'm drinking coffee. This morning I read Frederick Barthelme's Natural Selection. Barthelme describes a car-accident and I think this is the most accurate car-accident I have ever read. I've never been in a car-accident so I don't really know. I don't have to work today so I'm happy.

Adam Brown please remove the fat that has gathered around my abdomen because i'm hungry and wish to reuse that space for lemon-zingers

Adam Brown you're beautiful
Here's my switch-blade-knife
I want only for you to carve me slowly
Into the shape that's most pleasing
If I were a person
I'd choose the penguin-shape
Which is more human than we are
Adam Brown
If you carved me correctly
We could fry the excess
And love it carefully in chili-oil
Which is my favorite spice
For brains
Which we can eat substantially
At the Best-Western in Astoria
Where we can be famous finally
For eating each other on stage
There are places in America Adam
Where cannibalism's accepted
And where we can open the store
That eat's other stores
Where we can be impossibly huge
And love everything
That has become a part of us

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Things I Like Today

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Bear Parade

Read Small Pale Humans by Daniel Spinks. I'm reading this book this morning and it is making me happy. I just google-searched Daniel Spinks and he has three poems in Action Yes Quarterly but when I clicked on the link went to a medication advertisement []. I wonder if the internet is trying to communicate something, and failing, sadly.

edit: Action Yes is back so I will go and read Daniel Spinks on Action Yes.

Also, I re-read Small Pale Humans this morning and enjoyed it again. I will read it again later.