Poetry Plus
Jun. 8th, 2007 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormSpent the morning with Eva, lunchtime with Eva and Bob, and the afternoon wandering around with a drum and napping on the seawall. Now hitting up mom's. Farmer's market tomorrow AM. Sin tomorrow night, Mouse's party in-between.
There's no sun here, even when it's sunny. It just doesn't have teeth, yannow?
Plus:
Dirty Talk
Seems pretty simple
You wanna get your teeth cleaned for free?
Date a dentist.
New addition on the house?
You should screw an architect.
But if you need someone to talk dirty to you in bed
… you better fuck a poet.
Because the average civilian is gonna hit you with something like, “whoa .. whoa .. We are really having sex!” Right?
Whereas a poet might phrase that a little more like,
“Lover much missed, my where, my why, my how,
I wanna do you like all three Dudes in Blue Man Group
cuz that’s what color my balls are right now.”
See no, right? Sexy!
But clearly, that is just a hypothetical. Like me, when I’m actually in the saddle
I’m straight freestyling. In fact afterwards, even, when I review the video tape,
honestly, I can’t make out half the crap I’m saying!
And hey, I know that you don’t always want the dirty talk.
That is great!
Fuck a mime!
Yeah. Have a knock out time.
But that creep is gonna spend the whole date in an imaginary box
And he’s never gonna make it to your money spot.
And you'll call me when you NEED the dirty talk.
And that does not make you nasty, baby.
That makes ME nasty, baby.
And clearly, I’m okay with that!
And so are most poets, which is the point! Know thyself.
If you can’t stand firemen, don’t light fires.
Can’t handle a sofa in your swimming pool? Never rent your house out to rock stars.
And if after tonight, after seeing what a dope-ass line of poets can Do, do, do to a mic
if you still cannot fathom The Imagery
And Ecstasy Of eons or ions
spun into speech from your actual spasms By a soul, in a room
with an immortal mouth gnashing loudly
For true love over loneliness.
And moaning to the moon, the moon I said the ever-loving moon
so that all the neighbors know it
If you can’t fathom that … Don’t fuck a poet.
Rives
There's no sun here, even when it's sunny. It just doesn't have teeth, yannow?
Plus:
Dirty Talk
Seems pretty simple
You wanna get your teeth cleaned for free?
Date a dentist.
New addition on the house?
You should screw an architect.
But if you need someone to talk dirty to you in bed
… you better fuck a poet.
Because the average civilian is gonna hit you with something like, “whoa .. whoa .. We are really having sex!” Right?
Whereas a poet might phrase that a little more like,
“Lover much missed, my where, my why, my how,
I wanna do you like all three Dudes in Blue Man Group
cuz that’s what color my balls are right now.”
See no, right? Sexy!
But clearly, that is just a hypothetical. Like me, when I’m actually in the saddle
I’m straight freestyling. In fact afterwards, even, when I review the video tape,
honestly, I can’t make out half the crap I’m saying!
And hey, I know that you don’t always want the dirty talk.
That is great!
Fuck a mime!
Yeah. Have a knock out time.
But that creep is gonna spend the whole date in an imaginary box
And he’s never gonna make it to your money spot.
And you'll call me when you NEED the dirty talk.
And that does not make you nasty, baby.
That makes ME nasty, baby.
And clearly, I’m okay with that!
And so are most poets, which is the point! Know thyself.
If you can’t stand firemen, don’t light fires.
Can’t handle a sofa in your swimming pool? Never rent your house out to rock stars.
And if after tonight, after seeing what a dope-ass line of poets can Do, do, do to a mic
if you still cannot fathom The Imagery
And Ecstasy Of eons or ions
spun into speech from your actual spasms By a soul, in a room
with an immortal mouth gnashing loudly
For true love over loneliness.
And moaning to the moon, the moon I said the ever-loving moon
so that all the neighbors know it
If you can’t fathom that … Don’t fuck a poet.
Rives
