[Heywood Floyd]

apologies if there already is one.

There we were
below the only golden arches in Paris
al fresco by the Seine
In pacific time, she pressed the food
of false cuisine and tepid heat
against her rouge, liberal lips
until it’s banks broke
and sauce spilled over
onto haute couture
her long striped dress
crimson red
and as Coco Chanel screamed
and Christian Dior recoiled
she failed to see how symbolic this was
to her atlantic bloodline.
détruit dans le rêve américain.

She looked up and at me
with the feigned, parisian smile that she wears
and folded the paper wrapper
to the shape of a lotus leaf
set it upon the river
and it sailed downstream
and for a brief moment
it felt like American imperialism had preceded nature.
coolly and calmly
she drew another cigarette
a Marlboro
rolled it between index and thumb
and muttered an americanism in her native tongue.
“c'est le rêve américain”

Ronald was not the only clown in Paris that day.

[!@#$%!]

the only poem that i ever liked here was by this friend of sway who supposedly died in a car crash. his username was jheii and it's in a thread somewhere.

[floatingslowly]

Originally Posted by Heywood Floyd

apologies if there already is one.

try again. third time's the charm, ace.

http://www.sonicyouth.com/gossip/showthread.php?t=33088

[Heywood Floyd]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

try again. third time's the charm, ace.

http://www.sonicyouth.com/gossip/showthread.php?t=33088

haha, holy shit. and I started it!

when did that happen? hahaa

[Rob Instigator]

When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time
I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' cos I make up a rhyme
I'm not braggin', people naggin' cos they think I'm a star
Always tearin' what I'm wearin', I think they're goin' too far
A girl named Carol follows Daryll every gig we play
Then D dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jockin' Jay
I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' cos I'm on TV
They even bother my poor father cos he's down with me

[Crumb's Crunchy Delights]

i wrote this one its called "?LOVE?"

“would you like some peanut butter my friend (your NOT my friend)?”
thrust the jar into your horsey hands
glass is an allie without which you would have horsey peanut buttery hands
salty seductress
peanut buttery delight
make me want you with your salty temptressnessosity
your my peanut buttery delight (your NOT my peanut buttery delight)

[EVOLghost]

face poo eats silently.

[Crumb's Crunchy Delights]

Originally Posted by Crumb's Crunchy Delights

i wrote this one its called "?LOVE?"

“would you like some peanut butter my friend (your NOT my friend)?”
thrust the jar into your horsey hands
glass is an allie without which you would have horsey peanut buttery hands
salty seductress
peanut buttery delight
make me want you with your salty temptressnessosity
your my peanut buttery delight (your NOT my peanut buttery delight)

its not really about peanut butter

poetry can talk about things but mean other things. theres probably a word for it but im new to the scene

[floatingslowly]

Sadness And Loss

[ni'k]

she was french and she smoked cigarettes.

i do not care.

[Crumb's Crunchy Delights]

sadness and loss
plato rebelled
for what reason?