| Your lone "Pick-Me-Up" |
[15 Dec 2008|06:34pm] |
the reference to mccain/palin is a bit late, i know, but it's in reference to a stingy republican landlord that i had to deal with that was apprehensive as to allowing me to live in his rental property when he inquired about my sexual orientation & who I'd be living with. He had a McCain/Palin sticker on the back of his pick-up-truck. It's been a while since I've written any poems, feels good--wish this community was more active.
By Noa See
one nosy landlord climbs up stairs on a mission interrogates s/he
a boy or a girl one or the other not both while s/he sips on tea
he found me mourning searching for some privacy in debt to hard time
hard earned money fails to create perfect design for grrl in tatters
tattered clothes combs hair and clashes with one once ...one grrl once homeless
was i going to live in with a girlfriend or boyfriend what's it to you, sir?
is my anatomy too complex for you, i know who McCain is, I
know what a bumper sticker signifies, exed out the woman Palin
Or was it Stalin? Or was it Adolph Hitler? A patriarchy
Built by General Motors to pour your heart out on a back bumper,
Your lone "pick-me-up" Is the endorsement tagged on your pick-up truck
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| Finals week. |
[15 Dec 2008|01:10pm] |
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I knew the answers! The passing streak continues! There's hope for me yet!
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| bridge |
[31 May 2008|04:41am] |
i'm building this bridge so i can come back to you and we can be us
instead of just you it could be just you and me together in love
so taking a train may ease this aching i feel but this bridge is new
it's going to take all i've got to give the world and i'll do it if
if i can be with you.
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[16 Mar 2008|08:09pm] |
today i'm repping "multivitamins" embossed on a cheap bracelet
i'm so gonna name my next kitten "Rosacea" in tribute to you
mocking my ex's saccharin new girlfriend is my raison d'etre
last night we fucked to Usher, culminating all my eight-grade dreams
somewhere: a pencil engraved with my name, dwindling to a tiny stub
how dare you dump me on a Sunday night? i'm miss- ing L-Word for this
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