you
woman of stone
i learned to love you
unblinking and unseeing
sackcloth wrapped
carved edges slick
cold blue. ragged lips
thickspit stuck, clinging
a cigarette renaissance
brownsmoke marble and blunted ash
the arm of venus de milo.
like men of history
i learned to love you
broken.
A Traditional Limerick Weekend by suckerforsunrises, literature
Literature
A Traditional Limerick Weekend
one friday, i hopped in my car
and i drove to Johnathan's bar.
my thoughts hurt to think,
but the quantity to drink?
"how many!" i called to my star.
then down from the heavens, its shine
sent shivers to tips of my spine.
it said, "don't you worry,
you're not in a hurry,
have reasons, but drink a full nine."
so i walked into Johnathan's. stunned.
a full nine, well it must start with one.
so i thought of each person
who's condition i've worsened.
i'll start with the girl i called "hun."
i once loved a girl (too risky!)
but her friends, we always got frisky.
she gave me both fingers
but her shampoo still lingers
so for her, i
Oh! Kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
Towering rodents in bamboo pagodas!
Seventy monks in seven small cars!
Raiding crusaders, invaders from Mars!
Fat-fingered boogaloos popping in Munich!
Pollock-specked jawbreakers born out of Eunuchs!
Equator Belt Franklin eats forty eclairs!
Chrome-plated porpoises high-fiving bears!
Dodge City sheriffs with six-shooter grins!
Cranberry smiles from butterfly sins!
Catapult mothers with cannonball babies!
Welcome back, child, to the Land Without Maybes!
My white tee edges up your thighs,
leaves you 70s go-go chic.
You are a sheet-twisted tapestry
of Bengal tangles
and tree bark cheek prints.
I will call you Pillowface
when you wake. I smile
and try not to think
of your boyfriend.
Irish Confessional by suckerforsunrises, literature
Literature
Irish Confessional
While drinking at the Pub 'n' Pit
I bumped ol' Jesus, drunk as shit.
Beside his slackened body fell
an empty jug of Zinfandel.
"Hey, Listen!" said the Savior Lord,
"you *hic* you've just gone overboard!"
He dropped his hat of potpourri
Christe Redemptor flew at me!
He threw a punch and then a kick
(near bit my arm, the dirty prick),
I dodged, but didn't see him toss
a jab, and then a mighty Cross!
So up I looked; I was beneath
this bearded saint with purple teeth.
I snuck a kick between his thighs
and knocked ol' Jesus down a size.
As to my feet I quickly jumped,
against the floor his crowned head thumped.
He mad
First and only time I met Aleksandra
we were standing across a counterspring 07:
she was quiet, mischievously so, which is why
I stood in her line in my grass-stained jersey
and hair layered black-blond like yield sign corners
in Sports Illustrated spreads: I hadnt yet read Ulysses
or The Picture of Dorian Gray, Id only been kissed twice
by two girls from Kerry who thought it novel
to score a thick Yank. I hadnt yet
seen YOUR POLACK MUMS WILL DIE on Derry windows,
been jumped in Knocknaheenymaybe once
I took a long Sunderlands back alley at half-eleven,
caught a too
Dublin, IE, 4.15.08 by suckerforsunrises, literature
Literature
Dublin, IE, 4.15.08
egg mayo crispy bacon carbonated low calorie soft drink roll and butter fresh handmade sandwich freshly made for you this morning! with vegetable extracts with sweeteners pay here sit in take out melts toasties & panini (ampersand!) mashed potatoes, chips, or rice? sausage, 2 hash brown, 2 pudding, beans, chicken curry chicken breast chicken ε broc (ampersand?) blue caps green caps red caps orange caps white black white white white white black caps who faced the freezer they did a terrible job blue blue blue-green orange flat and green then some yogurt (yoghurt?) red blonde black/brown roots, she's leaning against a white-brownpanel-whit
1) day-glo sunrise with tangerines and lime greens
complete with athletic build (rawr!)
looking for: steel-toed boots
casual sex
biceps, esp. anchor tattoos
date rape smile
scandalous piercings!
2) norwegian bartender/rodeo clown with
3 children and
17 teeth
looking for: slumber party hair-dos
gumball eyes
polka-dotted legwarmers
thrift store hips
kumbaya campfires
3) single black twentysomething mother (wiccan)
with sales experience
and a b.a. in english
looking for: double starch three piece suits
Dom Perignon bubble baths
an 8-track of Of
you
woman of stone
i learned to love you
unblinking and unseeing
sackcloth wrapped
carved edges slick
cold blue. ragged lips
thickspit stuck, clinging
a cigarette renaissance
brownsmoke marble and blunted ash
the arm of venus de milo.
like men of history
i learned to love you
broken.
A Traditional Limerick Weekend by suckerforsunrises, literature
Literature
A Traditional Limerick Weekend
one friday, i hopped in my car
and i drove to Johnathan's bar.
my thoughts hurt to think,
but the quantity to drink?
"how many!" i called to my star.
then down from the heavens, its shine
sent shivers to tips of my spine.
it said, "don't you worry,
you're not in a hurry,
have reasons, but drink a full nine."
so i walked into Johnathan's. stunned.
a full nine, well it must start with one.
so i thought of each person
who's condition i've worsened.
i'll start with the girl i called "hun."
i once loved a girl (too risky!)
but her friends, we always got frisky.
she gave me both fingers
but her shampoo still lingers
so for her, i
Oh! Kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
Towering rodents in bamboo pagodas!
Seventy monks in seven small cars!
Raiding crusaders, invaders from Mars!
Fat-fingered boogaloos popping in Munich!
Pollock-specked jawbreakers born out of Eunuchs!
Equator Belt Franklin eats forty eclairs!
Chrome-plated porpoises high-fiving bears!
Dodge City sheriffs with six-shooter grins!
Cranberry smiles from butterfly sins!
Catapult mothers with cannonball babies!
Welcome back, child, to the Land Without Maybes!
My white tee edges up your thighs,
leaves you 70s go-go chic.
You are a sheet-twisted tapestry
of Bengal tangles
and tree bark cheek prints.
I will call you Pillowface
when you wake. I smile
and try not to think
of your boyfriend.
Irish Confessional by suckerforsunrises, literature
Literature
Irish Confessional
While drinking at the Pub 'n' Pit
I bumped ol' Jesus, drunk as shit.
Beside his slackened body fell
an empty jug of Zinfandel.
"Hey, Listen!" said the Savior Lord,
"you *hic* you've just gone overboard!"
He dropped his hat of potpourri
Christe Redemptor flew at me!
He threw a punch and then a kick
(near bit my arm, the dirty prick),
I dodged, but didn't see him toss
a jab, and then a mighty Cross!
So up I looked; I was beneath
this bearded saint with purple teeth.
I snuck a kick between his thighs
and knocked ol' Jesus down a size.
As to my feet I quickly jumped,
against the floor his crowned head thumped.
He mad
avoid the talking ones, young man,
they bore (quite fast) of hes and shes --
yet independent to a fault!
(they pray and work down on their knees)
avoid the walking ones, ya kid,
they hardly ever put and stay;
those boots are made for walkin' (so
they mostly choose to walk away)
avoid the squawking ones and flee!
their mouths run laps around their brains
your ears will likely ne'er catch up
(your losses will outweigh your gains)
avoid the stalking ones (oh dear
they'd climb up ev'rest for a squeal)
they dress in glass and cellophane
in hopes the world will cop a feel
my last advice affects me most
so listen to my final verse;
a molotov in the night by suckerforsunrises, literature
Literature
a molotov in the night
///i open the lines to notice
sweet soft slacks
[hand-held hips]
s m o o t h operators of the craft
(my goodness!)
they are just d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
with it.
you can almost feel
ock
the sh wa
ve
from the
.I.M.P.A.C.T.
of motion and emotion
but a heavy heart POUNDS
to pick a) the comforts of p a c i n g
or choose b) THE JOYS OF RACING
thebloodischurning
thetimeisburning
weFEELtheYEARNING
so WHAT ARE WE LEARNIN
Darwin and Diego. All men have a little bit of each.
Darwin is downright lost. Darwin has a clear head and foggy glasses. Darwin can't see the lights. The colors. The silhouettes. Certainly not the whole picture. Darwin might just be hopeless. Darwin even smiles with his whole face. When he can.
Darwin is downright enigmatic. Darwin is not that cool kid. Nobody flocks to Darwin. Although Darwin will end up being your best friend. Darwin makes you feel like a dork. Darwin will look at a picture of a dragon with you. Darwin will make you draw your sword. Darwin is a hug from behind.
Darwin is downright mediocre. Darwin has tossled hair. Dee
Darwin and Diego. All men have a little bit of each.
But girls don't want Darwin. Girls don't want Diego. Those two just aren't good enough. And girls haven't even met them yet.
Girls want Dan.
Dan is a little bit older. Dan is about three inches taller than you, girls. Dan has short black hair. Dan isn't jacked, but he's got a cute bod. Dan has a really nice smile. Dan has radiant brown eyes. Dan has soft hands. Dan has a laid back fashion sense that fits him well. Dan loves cool belts. Warm hoodies. Beige khakis and blue jeans. Best of all, you think Dan just might like you.
Got a little interest in this one, ladies? Because I haven't s
~2008/09
When I woke up I felt something stuck to my forehead, curling with the help of perspiration. I pulled it off. It was a post-it note: "If you could leave when you wake up that would be great. I don't want this to be awkward. Love " and then an arrow which I think was supposed to point toward his side of the bed, but faced the wrong direction. Actually, when I looked up, he wasn't anywhere. The room seemed impeccably clean, no clothes anywhere on the floor, not even mine. Maybe I had kicked them off behind a bookcase, or something, or maybe he had kept them. It was like he had cleaned the place and then left for the day,
First and only time I met Aleksandra
we were standing across a counterspring 07:
she was quiet, mischievously so, which is why
I stood in her line in my grass-stained jersey
and hair layered black-blond like yield sign corners
in Sports Illustrated spreads: I hadnt yet read Ulysses
or The Picture of Dorian Gray, Id only been kissed twice
by two girls from Kerry who thought it novel
to score a thick Yank. I hadnt yet
seen YOUR POLACK MUMS WILL DIE on Derry windows,
been jumped in Knocknaheenymaybe once
I took a long Sunderlands back alley at half-eleven,
caught a too
List style:
1) I had to look up biannual vs. biennial when I made that title. My guess was correct, so that's some solace.
2) Writing "Ireland" was one of the physically easiest and mentally draining activities I've ever done. Please read it and help me with a critique or two, I know it needs tweaking.
3) My (possibly) final semester of college is flying by. It isn't a good thing.
4) The new Creative Writing professor hates Mary Oliver, but loves Kenneth Koch. This will be an amazing semester.
5) Hollaback at cha boy! I haven't heard from you scoundrels in eons.
I can't seem to write poetry lately. Instead, I end up with other semi-useful pieces of quasi-productivity.
That's a great album cover!
What a wonderful chapter title to a book I may write!
My goodness, a catchy segment to a melody!
At the end of the day, I feel accomplished. Realistically, all I have is a wet log, Unfortunate Patches, and do-do-do-mi-do mi-mi-do-do-la-do.
Oh, and I made a video about not being a stalker. Kinda. If you want to see it, send me a message.
If anybody out there has some good ideas, type them in that box over there and let me steal 'em. The American way.
PS - I like a girl.
I last posted in March '08. What a strange journey I have taken from that moment.
There are times when a person questions the essence of what they do. You're all artists, why do you create art? Do you need to express yourself creatively? Is this your "outlet" of sorts? Do you create to earn a living or supplement your income? Do you do it for the adoration or praise of others? Does is simply make you happy?
I have asked myself a lot of questions in the past year. Some answers have changed me forever. I have yet to find many of the most important answers. Often, the questions do nothing more but open new doors; these new paths offe
no! perhaps it wasn't meant to be. i wouldn't have seen any contact through here anyways, i went months without checking this thing. i'm sure we'll run into each other soon enough
Oh Hi there!! I'm =IzzyWinkle and im here to ask a big favor of you!
I'm planing to dress up for a con next month, and i need the money to buy parts to my costume. You can help me by simply buying a one dollar sketch from me! or even a commissions!! they're both really cheap! and i'd be sooo grateful, please comment back with a response ;u;