Posts tagged ‘Bitter’

January 6, 2018

Famous poet

You can write poems for a million years and go unnoticed for having no group of publishers’ friends to push you, no narrative the same as allowed and believed.  You got to be like an ad and sell. The greatest story ever told on rabbit ears.  Prefer free.  But you can make biscuits and soup from nothing like words pulled from the mind, parleed to draw blind contours of shadows shaped and hue and season and time and light at a frozen window. Clocks never die. Hands stiky from grapefruit, something you hate to peal. But good, anyway. And we are a million-years-old forgotten before we are remembered growing trees in our stomachs to produce because we don’t piece their puzzle properly. No names or pictures or whatever they have. 

December 30, 2013

The Artist We Hate

The Luck…


American Capital Art Realism, a simple unique optimism:


Americans think of money first,

Logic last,

And vanity before that as they perform their act.


They want to relax but they are so tense as they travel the tracks here and back…


Life Goals:

Find a fuck,

Buy a pack,

Fill a flask,

Count money stacks.


(As we keep making trash)


Find that others can relate to that.

Buy clothes tight, or get relevant meaningful tats.


On to make an impact, or just impact.


All for self, this act in fake abstract.


The amount of real ARt we lack…

Goddamn, you see what distracts?


[They don’t believe their message, so how can we?  Plain Fact.]


Forget 5pm, it’s not even noon here…

Bitter, frozen feet on the sidewalk, somehow below the sky crystal clear.


To all the geniuses near,

I’ll give you a half-hearted cheers while I drown myself in this beer.


I’ve met about a million worth zero…