Sinfest

Dennis J. Squidbunny · Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:31 am Post subject:

it is worse when you return to that old town
the old town you used to live in
that you left for better things
and other things
when you've brought in your car
that you're still driving from when you
used to be in this old town
you left
with all those people who can't
seem to leave
when you've brought in your car
a dog which you've been painstakingly
training for weeks
months years
to do tricks

now pile out of your car in your tails jacket you stole
throw your arms in the air
cry out, "hey you rubes, remember me?
I used to be one of you and I've gone off
gotten better and now,
for your pleasure,
I present,
my amazing,
stupefying,
wonderous,
performing,
dog!"

and then instead of doing any tricks
your dog just takes a shit
in the street.

I guess in a lot of ways,
that's still pretty fucking sweet.
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nathan · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 6273

A dog making in the street
is like a man making plans
except
the dog is getting shit done.
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Dennis J. Squidbunny · Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:45 am Post subject:

I decided too much of the poetry I had been performing was a dirge about being drunk and alone, so the last poem I performed of 2009, on new years eve at a festival, was a tango about being drunk and in love, regardless of whether I have found love or not, and has the worst glam rock title of any poem I have ever written.

Fire of Love

You. And. I. My love.
We are lovers, like no other.
We are lovers who love love,
& above all, love to love each other.

I’ll be lent up on the mantelpiece
smoking my cherry pipe
wearing that tweed kaftan, that you hate.
I’ll be reading some Borges, we both know is just for show,
you’ll kick my door in, your eyes a forest fire,
and you’ll call me a bastard!
and I shall cry,
“I love you!”
throw our heads back
laugh like horses
smash our glass on the fire
burn that house down to the ground
burn it down to ash & bones
for we don’t need a home
for that’s what love is for

for You and I, my love!
We are lovers, like no other.
We are lovers who love love,
& above all, love to love each other.

Now all the banks are burning
our boot is full of loot.
Gendarmes are closing in,
pass me the tommy gun!
The twinkle
in your eye
let’s me know:
you’ve rigged their car to blow.
Your lips upon my lips let me know:
you’ve rigged ours to blow also.
In that afterglow we shall fly into the air,
I’ll cry out,
“I love you!”
you’ll cry out,
“You bastard!”
throw our heads back,
laugh like old Greek men,
ride a stolen mule
into a stolen sunset!
for we don’t need for money!
for all we need is love!

for You and I, my love!
We are lovers, like no other!
We are lovers, who love love!
& Above all, love to love each other.

Now all the world has burned down,
the oceans and the trees.
We’ll climb into the Heavens
explode the Pleiades.
Blow up constellations,
comets,
Celestial bodies,
tear the clouds in half,
kill the old Gods and the new,
tear off all our clothes,
make love upon the Moon,
my love, now take this hammer, and smash that fucking rock,
snort up all the dust,
until there’s nothing left,
cry,
“I LOVE YOU!”
cry,
“YOU BASTARD!”
cry,
“I LOVE YOU!”
cry,
”YOU BASTARD!
throw our heads back,
laugh like skeletons
for we have need for nothing
it can go to fucking Hell,
for all we need is love,
for all we need is love,
for all we need is You and I, my love.
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Dennis J. Squidbunny · Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:48 am Post subject:

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nathan · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 6273

Dinner tonight.
Made the waiter take away bad beer.
Turns out company had bad taste.
Left a good tip.

The I5 corridor
stretches from Canada to Mexico
and as I ease off the on-ramp
onto the empty road
I feel both ends stretching
like the arms of a sweater
I realize only now
I have outgrown.
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nathan · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 6273

Yesterday afternoon I did math
while watching a flickering Kandel
on Charlie Rose, beaming impishly.
That evening Alan Alda sat down
and explained to my father what I was doing
with my life,
which saved me time,
but I believe Paul Bloom broke his heart
when he drew a line
between the great apes and the wise ones,
placing god neatly in a box
and tucking it away
behind the air conditioner,
just like Dexter.

My father taught me to kill
and to carve,
but failed to anticipate
which direction I would turn
the knife.

So it goes.
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nathan · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 6273

Sometimes the things we say in conversation
feel like fizzing bubbles at the tip of your tongue,
and sometimes they come in through the eyes
like ice cream millimeters from your lips,
close enough for the cold
that precedes sweetness,
hinting at it
as though it touched your arm briefly
and then never again.

Sometimes threadlike scenes come in
through the eyes
and stay in there to die
of old age
like a hummingbird in a copper cage.
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nathan · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 6273

I do not have a valentine, but it is a shame that my profound poetic talent should go to waste... so I shall now compose a few lyrics for those of you actively in the business of wooing. You're welcome.

VIOLET WITH LOVE

Roses are red,
but only by common convention.
What I see as red
inside of my head
is merely some loose radiation.
And that flutter I have
when I hear your sweet laugh
is biochemically analogous to sweet micturation.

TO HIS DARK LADY

My mistress' wants are nothing like the sums
we learned in school, which were difficult and complicated
but had an answer. Or at least a fucking point.
If hairs be those wiry things growing under your arms,
you should shave that. It's gross.
I love to hear my mistress speak, but not through
the paper thin door of Jim's bedroom.
Who do you really think you're fooling?
He works at fucking Goodwill!
Whatever.
Enjoy your chocolate, whore.

HAIKU FOR HUMPING

You slid my thoughts down
the soft, smooth curve of your thigh...
that was the dog. Shit.
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Vox Raucus · Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 4:58 pm Post subject:

Fucking awesome, nathan.
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mouse · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 15622 Location: under the bed

although i'm not sure whether or not it leaves me wanting to be your valentine......
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nathan · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 6273

QUA?
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mouse · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 15622 Location: under the bed

well, if you can't tell my thigh from the dog's....
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nathan · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 6273

THOUGHTS, not hands!

Besides, how do you know I don't own a peruvian inca orchid to which I frequently apply fine lotions and fragrances?
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mouse · Joined: 10 Jul 2006 Posts: 15622 Location: under the bed

true, true.....i guess i can see you as an orchid lover.
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