I'm half-embarassed to show these. I'm not a real poemist, you see. But you guys seem like a nice enough bunch (aside from all the death threats and name-calling) and I am, like I said, only half-embarassed...So, um, why not? Most of them aren't exactly complete or revised or whatever the word is, so sorry.
THE INCOMPLETE WORKS OF KATHYBLAGHATHERON FENDERSON JR. THE THIRD
(they're untitled because I'm not a titley kind of guy...)
(hopefully you guys don't think they're lame and kill me D: )
“ ohhh man-! ,,
We gotta get outta thisplace !!
{ I MEAN THEY
COME
FROM
OUTER
SPACE !! }
the person that i'm talking to-
is that you) ... ?
/orjust-
??your face??
there
was a tear in the chair
a tear right there
why
a tear came to my eye!
I started to cry
so
the tear was sewn
and the chair went home
I said I
killed
a
man.
(yes, I believe that's
what I said.)
i killed him with an inkling
inside his silly head.
the inkling told him
lots of
things
like
"I am a giant squid."
and it said,
"I think I'll kill ya."
and that is what it did.
give your brother a big balloon
for his first birthday
then toss him in the air
and watch him float away
So I'm just pluckin
along
when this lady's all
" Oh my God I
{ LOVE }
that song! "
so
she
sticks around to watch
me play;
I kick it up a notch
and pretty soon I've got a crowd.
I start to burn
the wires way out loud
& my hands, they're literally smoking!
but if I stop I have to add
o_o "I am only joking" ,
Swallowed pride leaves a sting
but the only way outta here
is to bust a
banjo
string.
I see a red chair there
just sitting
on the deck there
that pretty red chair there
is oh so very bare
and if I
had a red chair
i wouldn't just
leave it there
unattanded
so that someone
like me
could just sit there
on the ground
and stare
at that red, red chair
and grow a gray hair
and wonder where
oh where
did the owner
of that red chair
go?
F o u r t h o f J u l y
up in
Sacramento;
the air is
wet
and heavy.
(the people,
they're sweaty.)
Chris(topher) and Rose
live next to my
lonely grand-pa-pa.
Rose is a lady,
she acts like a man.
(and Chris, he does
the opposite
of that.)
Gangsta homies
and
their daughters,
lighting cigarettes.
Who'll throw up first?
Everybody place your
bets.
I sit in grandpa's pine tree
and watch the court unfurl.
Lesbians, transvestites,
drunken Chip and gangsta girls.
This dis-appearing
la la land
is really full of gems,
these gems they're all
my family
(I'll be crying when it ends.)
oh bethany
everybody knows you're going
no-where
ttime is tticking
away, away
how can you and mattie
stand to stay
here?
and what about your childhood?
no-where
you're going no-where
what part of _ go away _ cant you comprehend
quit knocking on the door to my
room, because
in here i'm rather
occupied
with the task at hand
(that is)
opening and closing my blinds &
sitting around &
thinking of what i said
