this might eventually be a poem. it happened when i was in a hurry and couldn't write. i made a note instead.
*augery*
supermarket cellophane hearts
slick-guts
fierce
head smoke fingerpoke/explore
what do you find?
where is your future?
slippery chicken gore/insides
or clean luminous obscure like smoke
perfumed past
we're so cool yeah yeah
yeah we're so cool cool
we're so cool yeah yeah
fuck you too
cool schmool!
i don't wanna sit around and talk about the wipers
weren't those the good old days?
i don't wanna wonder if you're gonna say hello
i don't wanna wonder if you're gonna walk away
i don't wanna hear how many friends you have
i don't... Read More
we're so cool yeah yeah
yeah we're so cool cool
we're so cool yeah yeah
fuck you too
cool schmool!
i don't wanna sit around and talk about the wipers
weren't those the good old days?
i don't wanna wonder if you're gonna say hello
i don't wanna wonder if you're gonna walk away
i don't wanna hear how many friends you have
i don't... Read More
It's a sestina...if you don't know what one is check
this out.
As I lay out
My hands turned yellow,
Shaking violently
Like the words I signed
To a sheet of paper
I couldn't read.
The clock I couldn't read
Because my mind was out.
Before words on paper
Were romantic but soon were yellowed.
It was a sign
To treat myself less violently.
i'm about to hop into my big bathtub and i just thought maybe i should post. i went to a cosi party last night. it was ok. i didn't drink because i had to work at 10 this morning. i am so sleepy. ok. well what else. yeah rumors are now flying about me and this kid jeff at work just because i sat on... Read More
i work at cosi. i can make you a sandwich but i can't tell you what's on it. it's a secret/ shhhhh. they get their mushrooms from rittenhouse market. martha stweart was found guilty so i watch brini maxwell instead. i should go eat. if i do i might make more sense.
i was plunged into a world that i'm not sure i wish to return to on saturday. "what was this strange place that natalie has gone?" you may be asking yourself. it was UberCon. Yes the con for gammers and other nreds of that persausion (did i spell that right?). i am a nerd, but only in the horror film sense. i know nothing of... Read More
thanks for the feedback in the poetry group. usually i don't get a response. maybe i should make more references to my black soul or blood tears or something.
i liked your rain poem. it's too cold to rain here now. your poem is my surrogate.
ugh i'm tired for no reason again. i need to stop sleeping on the psuedo bed made from a folded up futon mattress and a real mattress. ugh. don't ask. i need a job! someone give one to me. i'm going to hard rock tommorrow. someone told me they were hiring. i think maybe i'll nap. or play more spider solitaire and look at horror... Read More