Buddha's Penis!
04-30-2001, 06:30 AM
the rash of poetry spurred me to reveal my own single poem. it was written in an all-night chinese restaraunt in vancouver, and finished on a bus. much transpired between booth and benchseat.
people talk too much.
her pretty teeth,
a wall, a valley, a shredding machine
and your lessons don't apply anymore, shut up.
look in/up, so far from flat
they talk too much,
the plants are fake
but your teeth are beautiful.
in this man,
this beautiless man, criticism is next to godliness.
Cross my border,
pull my tab
a girl you don't love
but want to smile at
a girl that absorbs/gives off some beauty
that is a little too much.
Joe and coffee
is separation
Joe and coffee
is one booth away.
Your beautiful teeth unchewed me
and someone else deep and grey
but not angry say
go to sleep cutie, wait here
wait here and so long.
and finally
a hooker with sausage and eggs
keeping secrets
mumbling music
but
you're not in competition
her teeth and mine
mixing,
forming supertooth,
our enamel is our brick wall.
we hide behind it
and i will be in front.
Red cream flashing
through grinning skull
he doesn't seem
to want
to leave. and then we sit
i have watched a family reunion.
love, money, aging, beauty, coke.
A song is carried
impulse to
vibration to
vibration to
impulse.
We didn't get in
I didn't slow down
I didn't hear Her Voice
but all i could think about
was Her Teeth.
It was a beautiful day
and rolling through the beauty
all i can think about is Her Teeth.
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you don't know anything until you know everything.
people talk too much.
her pretty teeth,
a wall, a valley, a shredding machine
and your lessons don't apply anymore, shut up.
look in/up, so far from flat
they talk too much,
the plants are fake
but your teeth are beautiful.
in this man,
this beautiless man, criticism is next to godliness.
Cross my border,
pull my tab
a girl you don't love
but want to smile at
a girl that absorbs/gives off some beauty
that is a little too much.
Joe and coffee
is separation
Joe and coffee
is one booth away.
Your beautiful teeth unchewed me
and someone else deep and grey
but not angry say
go to sleep cutie, wait here
wait here and so long.
and finally
a hooker with sausage and eggs
keeping secrets
mumbling music
but
you're not in competition
her teeth and mine
mixing,
forming supertooth,
our enamel is our brick wall.
we hide behind it
and i will be in front.
Red cream flashing
through grinning skull
he doesn't seem
to want
to leave. and then we sit
i have watched a family reunion.
love, money, aging, beauty, coke.
A song is carried
impulse to
vibration to
vibration to
impulse.
We didn't get in
I didn't slow down
I didn't hear Her Voice
but all i could think about
was Her Teeth.
It was a beautiful day
and rolling through the beauty
all i can think about is Her Teeth.
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you don't know anything until you know everything.