eP(H)ONYmous

bathroom wall and sidewalk scrawl
pirated pulp fiction with a southern drawl
copy your poetry on a classroom desk
stray word graffiti painted picturesque

haiku 3 (harajuku)

spell harajuku
with an i and then a you
happy samurai

john lennon vs.

imagine if you woke up one night
crippled inside by piano chords
jealous guy with a warm gun

it's so hard that the sun still shines
i don't want to be a soldier's death
gimme some truth in whats left

oh, my love is safe in song
how do you sleep when you died awake
how? you are still hear your voice

oh yoko keep the apple safe

cause you gotta have

forget all the happy things they've said
untie me from this high and lonely bed
catch you and your friendly free-fall
killing dreams like a thousand paper crane doll

you is what i want
options fewer up front
understand they've got you
realize they control you

frigid in the boston cold
repetition is getting old
i'll eat your insecurities
eating with the birds and bees
never to see those faces again
doing what you like is not a sin
still here, not speaking or doubting

haiku 2

salt sea air with smoke
a drink best bought on the rocks
exhale from on high

do i really even remember the 80's?

piano music and black and white checker tiles
porno theater times square and radio dials
glamour hair rock and teeny bopper tube sock
sesame street and peewee herman's talking clock

your parents drank wine coolers
they bought music casettes
you laughed at your reflection
in their shiny sun glasses

XXX marks the spot

winthrop has the smallest beds
weld defines the yard
L.A. off the meds
reinassance hotel card

san luis obispo not missouri
hot spring in summer
sigma chi beer goggles blurry
renaissance again and bummer


shower shower lov(h)er

haiku 1

dance dance dance
shoes off glass slippers put on
what beds are made for

2:34am snack

i was reading over my posts so far while eating a Reese's, and it was kinda upsetting because i realized that even if i posted something half decent, it could never be as good as the peanut butter and chocolate deliciousness i held in my hand

hi my name is...

these are the people i would like to meet/hang out with if i could choose:


band: Interpol
actor: Bill Murray
rapper: T.I.
president: Nixon
historical figure: Sir Francis Drake
cartoon character: Rocko
writer: Hunter S. Thompson

the hipsters burned me with their cigarettes

"and if you wince you can't be one of us"
"and skip the subway and take the bus"
"and hate the yankees and love the mets"
"and now you'll only roll your cigarettes"
so i watched the tiny burnt rings
thinking of only the happiest things
but before i could counter with a joke
they all were gone like cigar smoke
their stellas all crashed to the dirty ground
and an ownerless polaroid made not a sound

a song ended screamed paul maccartney's blisters
like vampire sunshine made vanish the hipsters

"the president of weslyan is in there don't sound too drunk"
"my mouth will be shut, but i sometimes talk out of my ass"

two nineteen a.m.

i cant quite fall asleep
hillary haunting my dreams
chasing me with a cleaver
like ET on battery acid
i try the radio
the music go
the volume high
the static die

the first time

i hope no one ever finds this
it makes me feel dirty
like the keyboard spread its legs wide
and i crouch to fit my words inside

cunt is a harsh word
blog is a lazy word
the first time is supposed to hurt
but now i have a bag to fill with dirt