Assembled on request for nomoretexasgovernersforpresident. Made of Tumblr user names from the dash.
left my give-a-damns at the door.
no time to shine my rusty halo,
he’s in there because of me.
decomposing classroom, brainwashing and drying.
locked up letters,
wicked pencils,
disorganized robots teaching literacy.
fu*kk this sh*t.
no -
more -
texas -
governors-
for president.
the veins of you ignorant oracles!
stupidity kills!
the inquisitive wanderer falling as the world falls down,
million dollar minds, cure for crimes,
more than lost,
no tomorrow.
i found the sound struggling to be heard,
every word she says in need of cadence.
we are not ok!
pull-out! let me be great!
twenty thousand streets under the sky,
pale girl in the city, dark silence in suburbia.
in the fading light,
private revolution with roots above.
degenerate royalty, (born in the fall),
not the hero type,
her calculated grace
twice as bold.
Found Poem, From "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" by Ken Kesey
Schedule 00/00/00 - ∞/∞/∞
Beginning of each day
Eyes-
flash on and gleam with frozen light
pills of glowing ice
Hands-
snap open
forceps polished hard as glitter
Mouth-
smile calm and cold
Face precision-made and waxy like a mask
a million faces like it, hypnotized by routine
A world of precision efficiency tidiness
swarming with men
puppets-
mechanical puppets
Everyone breathe in and out in perfect order
sound of cogs matched cylinders
the Devil’s sure power that extends in all directions
He is a motor
responsibility:
keep clean orderly movement
so machinery hums smooth
Isn’t it clean, so bright?
Technicians come to check
see if everybody’s machinery is functioning up to par
find blown fuses
singed smell of men scared berserk
legs cold frosted crackling
cogs rusted silent
an old, worthless clock
Endless machines running up and down catwalks in firelight
thrown from a hundred blast furnaces
staining red and coal black
Shove the carcasses down the hole
clear out of sight
Fixed.
Thank them with brain cells, not money.
Face burnt out leaking the acid of fear
from hate built up too high and overloaded
Mouth-
stay trapped screaming behind the mirrors
Hands-
hide the carbon under the fingernails
and dirt worked into callused cracks
Eyes-
shut down
smoked up and gray and deserted inside
Metal hitting a mattress
Beginning of each day
Eyes-
flash on.
What a beautiful idea... There is a poetry I cannot articulate in these images. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you :) Thank you for seeing poetry. Here I’ve assembled a poem, made out of Tumblr usernames that showed up on the dashboard.
Welcome to reality, enjoy.
Interestingly enough,
Time travels without a machine;
Pigs- they be flying.
I guess thats cool.
I myself am strange and unusual.
I-think-there-fore-i-am fussy and mute.
Cant I be anonymous?
What a way to wanna be.
Socially resigned, dowdy in sweatshirts,
Pizza and a bottle of wine.
Life makes echoes,
Violent sounds.
Take away the melodies!
Lady Underground,
If flowers bloom, it was worth the wounds.
We said it was this way to infinity.
Gotta live this life.
You will know when tomorrow has landed.
Collage: Your Good Dog Richard
cute people missing their elevator
cute people cut down by flying arrows
cute people missing their elevators
always break your heart
when you try to hold the door open
with somebody else’s lousy fingers
yesterday I had a dream I was Nixon
yesterday I had a dream I was Nixon in a coffin
yesterday I had a dream I was Nixon at Christmas-time,
I was unwrapping a hollow log wrapped up in paper,
I was unwrapping a ‘round black mass’ with my tongue,
my parents were two drunk owls that didn’t love me
cute people abandoning their posts
cute people abandoning their posts
cute people parking in front of your driveway
I began to think about being executed for cowardice
I thought about catching an arrow with my bare teeth
and decided I wouldn’t like it
cute people I am being tied to a tree by Romans
cute people I am sneaking out in disguise as Richard Nixon
cute people I am counting on your vote this November
I am taping your conversations in the all-night ambulance
I am video-taping you having sex with exorcists,
I am an ambulance taping my teeth to an arrow.
Exit into cute rain, arrows, ascend with all your peers.
This is part four of a five part poem called “Monolith”
written by a special committee. It is predicated on static notions
of human nature. It was written for you to share with your friends.
At the end of the poem a space for your thoughts.
The poem is a machine for judging motives.
You are an imperialist, C-
Collage: Characteristic March
I got a marketable commodity
I got a marketable commodity
I got a marketable commodity let me
argue it out for you i ain’t up on sillygisms
but i can give you some arguments that nob
ody can answer
Say: honest now
I became a vessel
I became a vessel for ragtime
I became a vessel for ragtime
they were mornin’ glories looked
lovely in the mornin’
I became a vessel regular machines
went on flourishin’ forever
I became a vessel for ragtime.
That teenager with the melting face
is part of the crop of youngsters who got shot
by ragtime’s arrow.
I ain’t a drinkin man myself.
I ain’t a drinkin man myself the most perfect [ ]
machine on earth regular machines went on flourishin’ forever
that teenager with the melting face is part of the crop
RHIZOMATIC MOVEMENT TO OBLITERATE WALLS
THEY TEACH IT THEY AVOID DOORS AND WINDOWS
TO OBLITERATE WALLS ONE OR SEVERAL WOLVES
I’ve felt
it myse
lf but
I alw
ays
res
ist
it
I know the awful consequences.
When other people were learning to make-out I was ragging-time with Star Wars. Ha ha ha ha ha ha did you just do that? He just played the Imperial March in rag-time. I became a vessel for ragtime. That teenager with the melting face is part of the crop. I know the awful consequences. ‘Armed Liberal’ bumper sticker Carter/Mondale ask any girl who knows Joe Namath a Dingoe Man knows the right time to wear boots whenever he feels like it.
I became a vessel
I became a
which brings me to the fourth part of my argument
that is
there will be h___to pay and th
at ain’t no lie
