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Solipsistic, Drunk, But Still Friends (Free verse) by horus8 I could have been an astronaut
Had my mouth been not so vast
As to create that much drag upon
re-entry... I opted for sheep shearing
instead -- With a case of Dysentery.
I could have fucked off a queen,
Or perhaps rode a steam boat up
the Mississippi, but no, I loved by
the handful crooked spent sirens
& Drank my way there bare-back-riding.
I hate you more than you can imagine
Like giant god killing omens fashioned
In repetitive executions rationed out to
a herd of mouth foaming alien raped cattle
Let's do battle as Gilgamesh and Enkidu.
Until we realize we are meteor brothers
Homosexual lovers, Moby Dick's blubber...
Barkeep, may I have another, because
My first seems to have abandoned me
For that cunt in the corner with a tofu boner.
And as I spout Ezra Pound by the howl, and
The shorthairs, I see you there shooting another
Shot in blank despair reading Friedrich Fucking
Nietzsche, and with all the nerve, right beside me?
Tonight I think I'll kick your ass by the dumpsters.
Up the ladder:
That Girl Before
Down the ladder:
panic
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Posted: June 3, 2004 4:16 PM PDT; Last modified: June 3, 2004 4:20 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.1009965 Overall Rank: 1133 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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New Life Drug @ 69.106.238.155
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4-Jun-04/1:00 AM
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awesome
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Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.205.196
> New Life Drug
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4-Jun-04/1:05 AM
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AMEN!
OK. Your shit kicks my shit's ass. I keep trying to write this poem but I guess my life is too bland to appreciate the hackles raised on the nape of my neck as an "almost orgasm." Love the last stanza. I'm familiar with tofu boners but what is a meteor brother?
"Out of choas cums order."- Mel Brooks in blazing saddles.
steamboat's one word.
You chose not to capitalize (howl). Interesting.
I think I need some Poundage myself.
Maybe that's because he's not talking about the poem "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg.
or maybe "howl" by allen ginsberg is a steaming pile of refulgent bow'ls and does not deserve the capitalization of its title any more than e.e. cummings' name.
I am well aware that Horus8 is quite surgical about his choices.
hey horus8...you're quite good actually
hah got you you're rubbish mate horus8..got no life got no mates apart from that zodiac dude and he doesn't count horus8 doesn't like angry chickens and uses words like solipsistic in his poems in the vain hope it makes him appear big and clever it doesn't solipsistic is one of THOSE words like asphalt i bet he's used that in one of his poems too i bet he's never used angry chickens i bet he's never been published i bet he's old,ugly and frustated he doesn't like me he doesn't like angry chickens he doesn't intimidate me i'm back boys have fun oh and one more thing parallels twotter
For the battered chicken I've never met. (Lyric) by horus8
__________________________________ The enflamed battered chicken song __________________________________ Why did the chicken cross the road? 'Haps to alleviate its battered load In the mouth of a horny toad God, I love the countryside. Why did the chicken cross the road? To escape the fry that mocked its sleep Making its unborn chickadees go "peep-peep" The sizzle, the crackle. The fear it reaped! God, how I love the countryside. Now that the chicken has crossed the road There will be no applesauce in space There will be no pork chop mattresses There will be only war, death, Internet Suicides, dog leg lefts, and fire on Church St. God, he made the countryside, He made the country sigh. God, he made the chicken song. He took the Brits from Hong Kong God, I hate the chicken song. Now, It's almost time that we put our chickens down. And SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE around. God, I love the countryside, God, I love Nick Drake. God, he made the peasant's rake God, he made me beat my chicken. To death again. Well, 4 out of five aint bad? Except for the fact that indeed I'm a twat.
That's what I call check mate. Next.
And to set the record straight, I like you as much as the next guy which indeed is very little, and it has nothing to do with you -- I merely detest mouth breathers in general.
ah horus...displaying signs of the kentucky fried state of mind
a misanthrope or merely missed the boat? yeh your mate freddy niche didn't have much time for humble folks either, too long gazing into the abyss or too much scratching that syphilis? who cares anyway i've always been a leg man myself....but then I never got to carry the red basket...still... parallels!!!!! I love it, i really do 314 view(s)
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