Archive for September, 2009

Staying up all night too much by Melissa Hansen

Posted in Melissa Hansen with tags on September 30, 2009 by Scot

I’ve been drinking too much
You might think
That I am sleeping too much
But I am just in bed too much
I’m actually not sleeping that much
I’m just always too much
For me
For you
For this
I stay awake too much
My dreams aren’t much
I don’t sleep that much
I take pills too much
I like pills that much
I like to sleep so much
I want to dream of you

Beowulf and Normal Norman by Donal Mahoney

Posted in Donal Mahoney with tags on September 25, 2009 by Scot

When Normal Norman takes his seat
in Room 210 in Dumbach Hall
to hear the eminent Dr. Engelhardt

recite Beowulf again,
Norman knows that he can suck
the boredom from the hour

if he can write a poem for his wife, Jane,
better than the poem he gave her yesterday.
Now, however, no poem comes

and so he knows that he must choose
among maneuvers from the past
to drown out Beowulf again–to wit,

he can say the rosary till the bell rings,
sketch his wife’s magnificent ass
or write something strange like this.

The Speak Easy

Posted in THE SPEAK EASY on September 24, 2009 by Scot

Scot:  Since my background is in education, do you have any regrets when you were in high school—anything you wished you had done different?SpeakEasy01

Jack Henry:  I love this question and the answer is YES!
High school is nothing but regret to some.  For me, specifically.  I was the biggest LOSER in 9th and 10th grade, and half of 11th grade.  Gawky, too tall, too skinny, bad hair, bad teeth, acne, no personality, clumsy, nervous, zero confidence, etc.

Mid point in 11th grade (1981) I had an epiphany.  I stop carrying about the opinions of others.  This worked for me and I eventually cleaned up, started dating, fit in, etc.  But it also failed me.  I went so far the other way I lost invaluable learning opportunities.  Back then I thought the teachers were idiots (in retrospect many were) and had nothing to offer.
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POOR POSTURE BLUES by F.N.Wright

Posted in F.N. Wright on September 23, 2009 by Scot

she worked her lips
down my body
as she stroked my cock

a blowjob was
coming my way

or so I thought
until she stopped
tonguing my navel

“jesus christ,
you’re getting
a fucking beer belly!”
she grumbled

“no, darlin”,
I explained,
“it’s a matter
of poor posture.”

“”bullshit,” she said,
“I know a beer belly
when I see one
& you have a
fucking beer belly!”

“no! no! no!,
I argued,
“it’s simply
poor posture!”

I could feel
that blowjob
fading fast

I leaped out of bed
& sucked in my gut
for all that it was
worth

I’m sure a lot to
the shareholders
of anhauser-busch

as I pulled back
my shoulders
& puffed out my chest
she laughed &
got out of bed
& I watched her
sway-back ass
leave the room

by the time I
realized what
she was doing
it was too late

she’d poured
all my beer
down the drain.”

RELOCATION by Barry Graham

Posted in Barry Graham with tags on September 21, 2009 by Scot

I make no difference
I remember holding hands with
a girl named samantha wright
when I was in 1st grade
at paradise elementary school
I was made
to relocate

five hundred and eighty five
miles away from her sweet hand
and I haven’t seen her since
she never thinks of me and
I only think of her when
I miss my childhood
I am half awake

at 2:42 am
devising a plan to repay
all that I owe and
dreaming of shy kisses
on soft sweet hands
I’ve been gone
for so long

I am no longer certain
that paradise is home
to all god’s angels
fourteen years
have gone by
and even my mother
is yet to return

Definition by Carter Monroe

Posted in Carter Monroe with tags , on September 20, 2009 by Scot

I am a casualty of self,
a footnote to sublime instinct.
Someone who ignored a perch
through a saturation of melange.

Kept sacredly in doubt
the tumult swept me
past dead dogs and scavenged wolves
into haystacked roadkills destined for survival.

The cars traveled on fumes alone
all the while squelching reassured needs
as the barbers lost their touch
against the brutality of apathy.

But, then there was the waiting,
the sands and the wind
and the wind
and I waited

until someone finally told a joke.

The Speak Easy Now Appearing at the Rusty Truck

Posted in THE SPEAK EASY with tags on September 17, 2009 by Scot

RT: What responsibility do you have as a poet? SpeakEasy01

FN Wright: I think all writers (poets included) should write to entertain the reader & not write to be writing or “famous” as some poets I know seem hell bent on doing. So many young poets seem determined to become the next Bukowski when they haven’t lived his life. Tried emulating it perhaps which of course is impossible to do I know one poet who feeds off others while trying to convince the reader they have actually lived the life they write about when in fact they haven’t. But the main responsibility is to write a poem that the readers can relate; and not make everything so bleak. There is a lot of humor in life & even death. Some poets need to lighten up some.

Bradley Mason Hamlin: None. Absolutely nothing. If a poet tells you he or she has a responsibility, he or she is an idiot, a liar, and a narcissist.

Christopher Robin
: Well, I have to peel my guests off the floor every once in awhile, but other than that it is only to tell the truth. All poets have that responsibility, I believe, no matter what; about our country and our neighborhoods.

William Taylor Jr: I suppose if you really feel the need to go and call yourself a poet, in my opinion your main responsibilities are to cut out the bullshit and write honestly.  And strive hard to find an original voice.  The world doesn’t need more bullshit poetry.  If you have nothing to contribute, your time would be better spent elsewhere.
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