Coffee Shop Overheard
- You're in love? How does your lover act around trees? That will tell you everything.
Manuel Arturo Abreu is a person I have only interacted with a handful of times, but gosh do I like them. They’re super-intelligent, particularly about linguistics, but also incredibly kind and supportive of people. Once when I found out someone I had a very negative, scary experience with was…
andreacoates HASN’T UPDATED HER TUMBLR IN A WHILE, BUT THAT’S QUITE UNDERSTANDABLE CONSIDERING SHE RECENTLY BROUGHT A BEAUTIFUL CHILD INTO THE WORLD AND I’M SURE THAT IS KEEPING HER BUSY ^_^
FORTUNATELY FOR US, SHE STILL FINDS TIME TO SCREAM INCREDIBLE POEMS INTO THE FORESTS OF THE NIGHT. ARE THESE RITUALS MEMORIZED OR IMPROVISED? ALL I KNOW IS, THEY ARE RECORDED IN ONE TAKE AND PRETTY EARTH-SHATTERING.
IMPORTANT LYRICS: “FOR SOME REASON MY BRAIN IS AMAZING/AND THIS STORY IS SUPPOSED TO BE TOLD”
Your face is NOT the shape of japan.
The curve of your back and the smooth white skin that covers it DOES NOT represent a socio economic crises.
When I stare longingly into your deep muddy brown eyes, the furthest thought from my mind is farting.
Your dark, messy, long, forest-of-hair,
DOES NOT remind me of pizza.
does not symbolize democracy after apartheid.
fast moving feet
have nothing to do with coffee
is in no way relevant to my history essay
when we kiss
and your hair gets in my mouh
or my hair gets in yours
i do not think about what the current exchange rate on the rand is
But when it is the opposite,
when i think of japan
or the socio economic crises
or eating pizza
or democracy after apartheid
or i am drinking coffee
or i am writing my history essay
or i am thinking about what the current exchange rate on the rand is
I THINK ABOUT YOU.27 notes
The Pop Serial 5 web version launches today, beginning with 3 poems by Cassandra Gillig: “Bitch im the central park hello kitty,” “my generation,” and “The often hat.” The web version was designed by Stephen Michael McDowell. More to follow shortly.
I am the meanest kid in the bounce house
by Nathan Masserang
I am the meanest kid in the bounce house.
Parents see me in the bounce house and indignantly pull their kid out of the line and grab their shoes out of the pile.
I’m in the bounce house and push your kid.
I’m twelve and I like pushing kids around especially in the bounce house.
I like the way my twelve year old hands feel when I push someone in the bounce house.
My hands are twelve years old and feel like little half eaten, under-cooked potatoes when they are balled up into fists and push forward.
I’m alone in the bounce house now.
These parents got wise to me and my twelve year old potato hands pushing kids and shit.
My parents got wise to this and fed me under-cooked potatoes for a week.
I can’t eat under-cooked potatoes because I don’t know where the potato starts and my little fisted fork begins.
I wish I was back in the bounce house.
I wish my twelve year old hands and my twelve year old body sprouted little vines in the cupboard.
I wish that I had dozens of eyes made from neglect.
I’m twice my age now and living on my own.
I bounce in my house to find old potatoes on the top shelf of my kitchen cupboards.
My potatoes were neglected and now have mold and a dark, viscous liquid coming from them but they remain eyeless.
I put them in a plastic bag and watch them bounce at the bottom of the dumpster as they fall slack from my hands.
I want to throw the potatoes in the park across the street.
I want to throw the potatoes at your face and watch you gag.
I want to throw the potatoes in the bounce house at night and watch their eyeless faces roll around.
I want to throw moldy, rotten, eyeless potatoes off of an overpass on I-290 and scream, LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS.
I want to be mean again but I wasted all that energy half of a lifetime ago.
- 4:23 PM - 20 Aug 2014
a sweaty beer can crushed by everything you didn’t know kicks off a nettle cliff—rolling coal and pretending to be the heaviest thing.
- 3:53 PM - 20 Aug 2014
watching a steel bridge bounce 1ft over your head—feet tingling—thinking there’s a shadow for every passing car. each 1 w/ something 2 say.
- 3:40 PM - 20 Aug 2014
caught in deep grooves of suburban echoes, sprinklers’n stucco washing away labradoodled pavemnt chalk scribbl like it’s the next hot porno.
- 3:08 PM - 20 Aug 2014
spray paint every leaf on your favourite tree and then tell it to breath. don’t pick gold.
- 2:52 PM - 20 Aug 2014
the prairies make you drive in straight lines. the mountains take you left and right—unless you leave a scar.
- 2:47 PM - 20 Aug 2014
at the gate of a golf course overlooking a sea of oil refineries. the road’s closed, but we keep driving anyway. the surprise is long gone.
- 2:40 PM - 20 Aug 2014
a digital camera with a memory full of pix of the sky from an empty room, sealed in a ziploc bag filled w/ fungi, sinking to the ocean floor.
- 2:26 PM - 20 Aug 2014
suits taking their drones for a walk in the park. smiles on their faces—4 rotors spinning. i’d rather be alone.
ONLY DOGS GO TO HEAVEN, a collection of poems by Kendall Sharpe written between 2011 and 2013.
Thank you, Kendall!!!
Optimus Prime Became the Arch Angel and This Poem Will Be Forgotten
By Trevor L. Sensor
My life is a piece of pop art
And we’re now our own saviors
Because the Internet clipped all the angel wings
And burned the bodies of Michael’s brothers
While the arch angel became Optimus Prime
Damning us and metal
Damning us and arrogance
I can’t handle the thought of being alone anymore
My brother is bitter because he lost his faith in God
I heard I’ll be hooked up to some machine by 2050 for my own good
In 2008 Barrack Obama was the second coming of Christ
I think we’re too heavy to ascend to Heaven
I’m worthless because I don’t live in Brooklyn
Everybody’s afraid to use their own name and talk on the phone
Jesus Christ was placed in piss and everyone called it art
Paul Simon is a prophet because of “The Sound of Silence”
The worst thing you could say to my generation is “I don’t care”
I am the black sheep
I am the wolf that will eat the herd and your children
I am more Walt Whitman than Steve Roggenbuck because I put my words on paper
I am more Walt Whitman than Steve Roggenbuck because I love America
Liberals are now the ones who censor art and everybody
The reason your girlfriend broke up with you last week is George W. Bush
The reason you couldn’t pay your rent this month is George W. Bush
The reason James Foley was killed by ISIS is George W. Bush
All my generation wants to do is go viral
Optimus Prime is rusting from all his tears
And Saul Alinsky is the root of all evil
And Johnny Ramone voted Republican
And my generation hasn’t bested Dave Eggers and they’re bitter about it
And FDR’s Four Freedoms were bullshit
And this poem will be forgotten because no one will ever publish it
And I will die alone like Donnie Darko and everyone else14 notes