it will be over soon
Apr. 3rd, 2009 05:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Let me save you some time. We begin
with two incomplete and co-dependant morons, at least one
preferably hiding some socially debilitating yet somehow
charming eccentricity, exhibits signs of mild schizophrenia
obsessive compulsiveness, hides it like a pulsating
baboon heart under his coffee shop apron or is possibly a whore.
Our fools meet through a series of zany incidents to find
they’ve never been truly happy until now, the way you never
knew you needed Cool Ranch Doritos til the day your finger
slipped on 2 at the vending machine, and each accepts
the other’s oddities. Surely we can find something to do
with your dick shaped nose.
Now the dilemma, since good lovin’ should be hard to come by;
One must chance upon the other in the act of what appears
to be treachery; their lizard lipped lover in the embrace of some
stranger, when really it was two secret agents speaking in Morse
Code through an innocent series of nipple pinches and THIS
is what distends into some unbearably gut-busting side-splitting
nun-punching hilarity because it’s gonna take a monumental
act of courage to reconcile.
Here is where you can hardly stand to wait for some bastards
to plow their Jaguars through store fronts
bust up the wedding, sob and grovel into the loud
speakers of your childhood, run naked through airports in nothing
but ranch dressing and hang from helicopters screaming
I love you I love you I’ve always LOVED YOU, and the drivers always
pull over and the crowds always gather cooing like jerks
with nothing better to do because oh my god Barbara it's love
and the speech always flowers like I know I lied and stabbed you
three times in the face but if you can walk away from something so right
I just don’t know what the fuck. And there you have it
cue Mentos cue strewn glass cue sidekick blowing a sheepdog
cue incredulous janitor roll credits You're welcome.
with two incomplete and co-dependant morons, at least one
preferably hiding some socially debilitating yet somehow
charming eccentricity, exhibits signs of mild schizophrenia
obsessive compulsiveness, hides it like a pulsating
baboon heart under his coffee shop apron or is possibly a whore.
Our fools meet through a series of zany incidents to find
they’ve never been truly happy until now, the way you never
knew you needed Cool Ranch Doritos til the day your finger
slipped on 2 at the vending machine, and each accepts
the other’s oddities. Surely we can find something to do
with your dick shaped nose.
Now the dilemma, since good lovin’ should be hard to come by;
One must chance upon the other in the act of what appears
to be treachery; their lizard lipped lover in the embrace of some
stranger, when really it was two secret agents speaking in Morse
Code through an innocent series of nipple pinches and THIS
is what distends into some unbearably gut-busting side-splitting
nun-punching hilarity because it’s gonna take a monumental
act of courage to reconcile.
Here is where you can hardly stand to wait for some bastards
to plow their Jaguars through store fronts
bust up the wedding, sob and grovel into the loud
speakers of your childhood, run naked through airports in nothing
but ranch dressing and hang from helicopters screaming
I love you I love you I’ve always LOVED YOU, and the drivers always
pull over and the crowds always gather cooing like jerks
with nothing better to do because oh my god Barbara it's love
and the speech always flowers like I know I lied and stabbed you
three times in the face but if you can walk away from something so right
I just don’t know what the fuck. And there you have it
cue Mentos cue strewn glass cue sidekick blowing a sheepdog
cue incredulous janitor roll credits You're welcome.
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Date: 2009-04-03 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-03 10:30 pm (UTC)NOW i'ma buy YOUR book, SUCKAAAAH!
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Date: 2009-04-03 11:10 pm (UTC)But srsly, I really want a book o' Stacie. Your voice is so original, and your poems have this really remarkable complexity to them: fragility and strength, humor and sorrow, illusion and candidness. You are sorely needed in the poetry world. You wouldn't believe the shitty books I have to read for work, often award-winning and boasting all kinds of elite credits. Gag.
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Date: 2009-04-04 12:37 am (UTC)shucks. you are one of my favorits. i want yr book for mahself.
and i feel you on the unfounded prestige like WHO are these people blowing to get published or WHO are these readers getting blowed by to be convinced to purchase these books? my frinlist on some days puts some ploughshare shit to shame grl
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Date: 2009-04-04 05:53 am (UTC)Love it!
Date: 2009-04-03 11:08 pm (UTC)Re: Love it!
Date: 2009-04-04 12:39 am (UTC)Re: Love it!
Date: 2009-04-04 07:13 am (UTC)comedy?
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Date: 2009-04-03 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 12:45 am (UTC)"Nun-punching hilarity!" -- Peter Travers, Rolling Stone Magazine
Date: 2009-04-04 12:50 am (UTC)because it told a story (or
a parody of a story [even better]).
I thought of Blind Date when
the car drove into the building.
Did you know that poetry was
invented to tell stories(?),
I think, you know, in old days, those days:
back in Ancient Greece?
That's what I read.
it was a toss up b/t nut-punching and nun-punching
Date: 2009-04-04 01:37 am (UTC)for me to be a smartass
i read
that in the olden times
the blind or crippled
had to learn to sing
or tell stories or they
would be abandoned to die
in the cold as they would
otherwise be a burden
to their tribes.
back then you n me
may have lived
all the way to 30.
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Date: 2009-04-04 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 01:40 am (UTC)i'm just a jackass, really.
cue slo-mo spit take
Date: 2009-04-04 03:01 am (UTC)Re: cue missed flight
Date: 2009-04-04 03:30 pm (UTC)Re: cue missed flight
Date: 2009-04-04 05:11 pm (UTC)you've been like a new, clear bomb that blowsup into a bunch of machine guns that shoot machetes made of dogs whose teeth are poisonous grenades, but, y'know, with writin'.
not that i didn't love reading up what you were puttin down before but damn, are you taking typcpewriter?
did a sham-man bless you?
didja die and be reborn as poetry isself?
Re: cue missed flight
Date: 2009-04-04 11:48 pm (UTC)i wish it were any of these things but i think it's just hormones. :(
boo-wa-hoo
Date: 2009-04-05 01:13 am (UTC)fight volition
Date: 2009-04-04 05:13 pm (UTC)fright vocation
Date: 2009-04-04 11:49 pm (UTC)quiet ovation
Date: 2009-04-05 01:15 am (UTC)bright formation
Date: 2009-04-05 03:33 am (UTC)slight frustration
Date: 2009-04-05 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 03:48 pm (UTC)i can't think of anything more worthy of effort than to try to make you giggle like a school girl.
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Date: 2009-04-04 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 03:42 pm (UTC)if it's not love, then it's the BOMB
Date: 2009-04-04 06:20 pm (UTC)And as always love your writing it's so clever & unexpected & wryly conceals its emotional wallop & gush gush & aren't you getting a little sick of my fanboy jibber-jabber by now?
Re: if it's not love, then it's the BOMB
Date: 2009-04-05 03:01 am (UTC)i'm glad you enjoy reading my mess. i must say i enjoy yr gushing. i didn't even know i was doing all that stuff until you told me.
two thumbs up
Date: 2009-04-06 03:29 pm (UTC)