Sunday, April 22, 2012

writing poems


the university wastes its time on me (charlIeepsteIn) 

fuck the things i carry on my checklist conscience
that could be a Tuesday essay about Monday masturbatory girlfriend crisis about a 
coulda-been job we erect Sunday’s morning-mullers they just take our coffee bean
bag automated cashier substitutes the human suspended by her busty brassiere could be
the sole source for the coffee sandwich w/ soy conformity my evil plan

watta funk the unhip hop gods gott me in
shoelace floppin like dreads ungiving a shit about
leglaces gooffin like dead spun stilt in front of stilt across
soft silt the color of red sun when eyes called be closed
soft silt laid down mattress-style fingers up and down and up yr back and down and  

down the highway gotta car now got to get gas soon now rot
expressions rot inspuration raise unallowed expectation ruin
ruining Boulder’s beauty-refundraiser thousands search for everyday so
stupid to believe in the chance of greatness is on a seat in front of a whiteboard behind a 
professor blah blah blah blah blah blah blah through the thousand dollar months

the I wastes its money inside the academy
the dead pan voice unversed
the splish splash of overflown bathtub these preoccupations slip slop out the heels
the I mute full of the unversty

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