Oct 18, 2017
Plucky piano chords in a black and white western. Sing us a song partner.
Poem Fragment. 10/16/17. -NMB
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Plucky piano chords in a black and white western. Sing us a song partner.
Poem Fragment. 10/16/17. -NMB
You will have nothing left to loose. We are invested in our heart attacks. Swinging hesitantly, posthumously, making up words and jobs and songs and lovers, and profiles, and channels, and jazz, and maps, and digital maps, and more babies, and more merchandise, and books about Guinevere, and books about the stars and of Neil D. Tyson, and creating Netflix shows, on Netflix, and 80’s throwback references, and you were a child once, and now you aren’t, and you're doing all right and you can play the honky tonk like anything, and you are mommy's little monster.
Poem Fragment, Head #01 Part 03. -NMB
I can get a new family every once in a while. It's not difficult to do except when I remember you.
Poem fragment. 2017. -NMB
What do you get when you take Godzilla to meet your mom? / He rings the bell and she looks out the window, and calls the cops. / I try to explain that he's mostly tame, as long as there's pizza and video games. / That's what you get when you take Godzilla to meet your mom.
From the song “Godzilla” by Kesha.
As soon as I knew that you were essential, it became clear that you showed more potential.
Poem Fragment, 2017. -NMB
"Bolivia & Coco" by Nicholas Michael Barrington To Ray, Mia, and, Lizzy Centuries old, the Coco boom. "♫ Ba nanananana, ba na ♫" Casualties migrate. Integrat...
A poetry reading.
“It Was Good What We Did Yesterday” -with annotations
Elderly sexuality. (Silly hook) Terrified as I once was, as others are… I hate you, Vague Question Mark. (?) The First Family gets right down. (‘O4 campaign, GWB)
You’re stupid/perfect feature: (Pay attention, this is important) Auschwitz, presenting the enlightenment a deathblow. (A fragment)
Living Arrangements. (A reference to something you won’t be aware of) Observations of you are prescient, (Fancy) Falling down, passion me. Self-pleasure me. (Please) Grasp my hard concept and bite my hugs.
Ontological Arguments. (Hobby of mine) Please pretend, Vague Question Mark. (?) It’s not as though you’re happy. Separate. Noble. Silent. We toil insufficiently apart.
Sexuality Workshop. (Bringing it all together)
My projects are an effort to justify my longings, of which are few, but classic. I refuse romantic imperialism, a poisonous fantasy, because it saves no one. I’m clearly intent on waiting, perhaps out of apathy. I could achieve, but ruin you/ruin me.
George Busch Jr. has no use for psychobabble about his persona. “If you’re the president, you don’t have time to figure out who you are.” I learn from him that it may do us all some good, being the President of the United States. So, maybe, we should write less poetry and perhaps live more memories. Persecution Cases. (Writing more poetry after the above statement.) I’ll film you/produce a film about you. Both. (My work is more concise that way)
It’ll start with us smoking on the front stoop. No, when you talked about quitting. No, when you kissed me twice. No, when we slept together. (Innocently)
Deforming Reality. (Why art is better)
There is a high demand for stories in romance. This seems to be the consensus: When faced with animosity, fighting for love creates a flawless bond. The couple works hard to earn the right to love each other, and is rewarded with “happily ever after.” Fighting a purple dragon is one thing, but arguing over macaroni and cheese is another challenge altogether. A challenge Aurora and Philip may not have survived.
Having one of those random you moments. Stuff. Talking. Jason Lee. Strangely paused. You exert soft power over me.
I can’t appreciate many of you the way I’d like. As a stimulus package, you fail. But as a reminder… hopefully you understand, that I begin craving perfection in your wake. I work out more and watch what I eat.
FIN
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Poem. 2015
The best thing that ever happened to us was you breaking up with me, but it’s been a long time and we’re different people. We’ve learned so so much since then. We’ve had to learn to live without each other. I feel like we can take all we’ve learned and make something new and special. We could be so good together. We have a real shot now.” She was pacing, a repetitive movement that helps juices flow and stress be relieved--a nervous habit for her. Realizing her weak body language, she quickly refocused her efforts on standing still in front of him and staring into the spotlight blue eyes she loved so much. “You and me babe, how about it?” She said this half smiling, following her usual habit of unintentionally treating life as a cosmic joke.
an excerpt from a story I’ll never finish. April 8th, 2010. -NMB