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May 27, 2010
I am beautiful
je suis beau!
I am a revolutionary
je suis beau!
I hear the morning song
of morning song birds.
je suis beau!
drinking coffee black
but not in coffee shops
where the coffeehouse
revolutionaries sit and talk
and talk and drink coffee
starting no revolutions.
je suis beau!
on the front steps on the
art institute
je suis beau!
driving to gas stations
je suis beau!
in the fruit supermarkets
je suis beau!
… unfinished – Hoc Scripsi
May 18, 2010
I’ve been known to take long walks
reading old poems over and over
not knowing what to put out there.
the drought extends itself to judgment;
extends itself to dreaming.
a .357 can solve anything.
but,
I’ve been known to take long walks.
– Hoc Scripsi (unfinished and probably not any good either.)
March 6, 2010
found poem
I wanted to look you in the eye
and hold you
to fuck you, to know you
but thankfully
you broke
my heart
Ack:
there is no poetry in you.
there is nothing left of
the wordless moment
so this is NOT spoken word
but merely a poem
and wherever I am
you are on
the other side
of the room
– I wrote this
at least I think I did, pretty sure, it was located in the margins of a book from off my shelf. I bought the book new and the poem written in pencil was written in my hand. I am also known for writing in books and more so, writing poems in books so I think I can be as sure as anything about this being my poem. The only problem I can see is this – when did I write it – who is it about, if anybody as it is likely to be written about a character in the book as it is about a living human. I am willing to bet that I am able to sum it all but I am unwilling.
one hand moves swiftly against the other.
a final act of
expression.
– J.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 