Stray

i wrote a poem!

2008-06-09T13:26:00.000-07:00

It’s the polar opposites
That makes my imagination gasp
Not the idea that certain things can be opposites
But that they coexist at the same time

How can the wind sweep
Across the ice shelves of the Arctic
While its other hand
Wipes clean the slate of the Sahara?

In the midst of winter
When I think of last summer
When we fell into the 2 am tempest
Of Times Square lights;
A world of dew soaked skyscrapers
A polar opposite of the night before:
When we had spread our tarp
In the long grass not far from
The darkened fireworks stand
As the cicadas sung their slow explosions

And I’m still kept from sleep at night
When I think of the fact that
On the polar opposite of my bed
An old woman in China is waking to dawn
Greeting her young grandson
And preparing to cook the morning soup,
Her mind busy with chores and the future
While here in my bed I face the night
With thoughts of the past and polar opposites

I want more people to write poems about this!

2008-03-04T09:49:00.000-08:00

http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/03/04/octopus.uk/index.html

HEXAPUS! HEXAPUS! HEXAPUS!

In the Left Labia

2008-02-15T23:38:00.001-08:00

Where is the penis?
Sometimes it can be hard
to find!
I think the perineum
is the place I'm supposed to touch?
I'll jab it with my clit
mm, the pleasure's mine

brakes

2008-02-13T23:33:00.000-08:00

it was a lot like riding a bicycle
not on a mission
muscles burning
and out of breath
but around in circles
zig-zag
with neighborhood kids
legs pumping gently
for hours in the evening
until all our moms
called us back inside

it was a lot like the feeling
laying in bed that night
motionless
but feeling as though your legs
were still moving
it was a lot like your body
continuing to pedal
or so thought your brain
as you fell asleep

but when you awoke
you remembered the evening before
but mostly in a very factual way
there were new things to be done
and you were in no danger
of forgetting how to ride a bike

TS Eliot is alive on the internet

2008-02-11T23:52:00.000-08:00

written on my hand very messily

2008-02-01T12:02:00.000-08:00

...so I think this is really sweet but I need some help with the structure maybe? Order of stuff?

Today,
The colors of clouds are
Blending with buildings
And the world is heavy with the smell
Of chocolate cereal and plastic packaging.
Which are indistinguishable from
One another.

I walk on tiled sidewalks,
Never crossing the street.
And the stacks of smoke above me
Repeat their coal-tinted verse:
Puff puff pass
Puff puff pass

The B-Boys on the corner
Have taken a dismal advantage of this.
They’ve rolled up their cardboard
And break their lungs to the beat:
Puff puff pass
Puff puff pass

As for angels and devils in empty squares,
Their faces start to repeat each others,
Not only in the color of their eyes
But the colors of their manifestos:
Puff puff pass
Puff puff pass

Yesterday,
Before this common era,
If this is the quandary that
Jesus and Janus left us in,
What differences once roamed the earth?
And why do their fossils
Look like coal mines to us?

-owen

labyrinth

2008-01-31T22:19:00.000-08:00

the only way out
is through
but you have to remember to leave
because it's easy to get stuck
david bowie wants you to get stuck

Speaking the Same Language

2008-01-29T18:57:00.000-08:00

I have to wonder,
Although not to criticize,
Why all the haikus?

Ode to Oreos

2008-01-29T18:47:00.000-08:00

My dear Oreos
My lifelong friends

We've been through a lot
Broken apart
Dipped under
And licked clean

But I'll never leave you
Oreos, my dears

Even when you come
In packages that seem
To never soak up
Enough milk

I'll stick to you
Like you stick to my teeth

Haiku

2008-01-28T09:40:00.001-08:00

I’d like to think that
this poem will stay with you
all day, but the snow!

Linked

2008-01-28T09:36:00.000-08:00

“I want to be your shell,”

he said.

"I’m an octopus,”

I said,

and inked away.

Another Haiku

2008-01-27T22:13:00.000-08:00

We like to choose what
Distracts us. Too bad you read
This poem. Sucker!

Anti-Poem Haiku

2008-01-27T15:10:00.000-08:00

You're reading these lines
Looking for beauty. But look
At those birds up there!

By Owen

Farting in bed

2008-01-27T09:04:00.001-08:00

is the only good thing
about sleeping alone.

teeth in friends

2008-01-22T10:22:00.000-08:00

That's where you are
& that's where you've been
& the times have changed over and over again

But you still sleep on pillows
& you still bite your friends
Finding tastes you never knew
Tasting blood
& tasting ends
Of times & lives & highs
You never knew you'd have

& you want things you had

& you love the things you know

But that's where you were
And here's where we are

By:
Kevin?

FISH poem

2008-01-17T22:54:00.000-08:00

fish are neat animals
or maybe just goldfish
I've heard they can grow
as big as their tank allows

I know someone with goldfish
that are four inches long!
that's not very big for some things
but for a goldfish that's pretty big

I wish I could grow
as big as the world allowed
but I think then,
I might be only four inches small

Prunk

2007-12-26T16:07:00.001-08:00

I’m so sick of artists.
They make me want to puke.
I know I’ve gone too far
when I puke in the sick.

Unfortunately,
it’s hard to tell when I’m an artist
and when I’m drunk.

But I’ve been told they’re the same thing anyway.

At the reading

2007-12-14T15:59:00.001-08:00

I was much more amused thinking

of her playing the accordion

naked.

holding on is holding back

2007-12-13T23:20:00.000-08:00

I like to save everything
and put them in boxes
to store on the shelf
or under my bed
piling up lumps underneath my head
so that the memories can stay with me
and I'll never forget

but my room feels kind of cluttered lately
and the boxes are overflowing
the papers and pictures are scattered all over my floor
stacked up to the ceiling
I can't even see out my window anymore
my memories are too messy
maybe I should throw them all out

besides,
there are some things that can't be saved
and they don't fit in boxes, anyway
I have to just hold them
and that makes it really hard to do other things

- kaitlee

Greens

2007-12-13T15:30:00.001-08:00

not everyone likes broccoli anyway
maybe you like it with herbs and spices
maybe thats how id make it

___ but i can't be your chef today
I'm ___ i cant cook right now
i wish i could

not everyone likes their greens

but i hope that i have stirred you
to make make some tasty veggies

-kevin

Sauce

2007-12-12T18:22:00.000-08:00

I think that the sketchiest word is
      sauce.
If I tell you I’m gonna put some
      sauce
on your food, I haven’t said anything at all, except
      "I'm gonna put some liquid on your food,"
which, again, isn’t saying anything at all.

There are many liquids
that I don’t want put on my food.

Sacarine

2007-12-11T09:50:00.000-08:00

"For some reason, when I saw this I JUST had to get it for you.
since you like pandas, i figured you could act like one."

she sent me a package of
sugar cane,

and always ends her letters

"Luv--"

Looking Down, Looking Up

2007-12-07T22:58:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it’s like stepping in gum

Right outside the 24 hour donut shop

Run by the Thai man who reminds you

Of what could be God

Or is.

And you run inside and ask him

For a plastic knife to help scrape it off

But all he’s got

Is incense and apple fritters.

Everywhere around you buses start their engines

Warming up for a brand new day

While you try to scrape your gumshoe

On the clueless concrete

Asking yourself how you grew up so fast

How you got here

Without a car to drive in

And what will happen

When the buses don’t run.

And you look to the sleepless

Thai man for answers

But he responds with more questions:

“Coffee? Donut?

What kine you like?”

By Owen

Seattle is a Synapse, or, A Poem Fit for a Bus

2007-12-07T21:04:00.000-08:00

Seattle is a synapse
and Greenlake a vessicle
the boats in Lake Union
are like the ACh in the cleft
exciting my post synaptic response
depolorizing me
creating an action potential
through the capitol hillock
and down myelinated I-5
to the axon terminal
gate B-14
across the cleft between me and my home

- Kaitlee

2007-12-07T20:06:00.000-08:00

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