Cool Poem

“Hmmm... I think he was identifying and exposing trends in his thinking. I don't think he was being polemical at all. That's at least the sense I get from reading and listening to him over the years.”

“There is often something funny and self-deprecating in his poems and songs even when he is getting extreme:

The Future (1992, I think)

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ...”

“My girl, she's an angel
she says 'call me your ange'
she is so freaking hot
with her hair of orange”

“Like I said ped, his writing sounds like a drama queen at a poetry slam. More about extreme generalization and shock value than any real meaning. But, I have only read the two you have posted.”

“Okay Ped, that second one has me hearing an old Rolling Stones song now.”

“what about my poem!?! I rhymed with orange dagnabit!”

“

"I find the concept of 'art' a bit of a dilema... Who is to say? Something repellent, something that gives you a moral hangover, something that hurts your eyes or ears can still be art!"

-- M.C. Escher

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“I shot an arrow into the air
Where it fell I know not where
But I heard the thud of a trail runner
Now all I can say is "bummer"”

“I watched an arrow in the air -
From whence it came I know not where.
It hit a bozo while a'jog;
He landed thudly like a log.”

“I watched an arrow in the air -
Another hiker saw it and began to stare.
As he shrieked in horror while a bozo die
I picked his pocket and cleaned him dry.”

“I seen a stik flide like a berd.
Then some hollerin then I herd.
I seen a man that was perty ded layin down byside the trale in a rutt.
I smeld his stinky butt.
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“Sarabelle is my new favorite poet.”

“You know it!”

“we have a WINNER!”

“Yall are verry welcome! Skinny Kenny lernd me how to rite pomes, bwt.”

“Sarabelle, thats not a nice thought to have. You of all, should not be having those thoughts, shame”

“Who can compete with Sarabelle? :-)”