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O lord, what is my problem

O lord, I just want to find my car keys

O lord, you left me here after sixth grade

O lord, I pushed the 0 button before the shift and o combination, had to delete it

O lord, I remember things too well

I remember the retarded kids the best

that and my parents using my old t shirts and underwear as rags to clean things





O lord, I've thrown up in buckets meant for popcorn or leaks in the ceiling

O lord, my hands smell like my mouth like a song

O lord, my dreams are uncomfortably hot

this is the best I can describe it

O lord, philosophically I'm an asshole

when I played basketball, one of the big criticisms of my game was that I didn’t play as big as I was

another was that I was a pussy

k, k

a poem by thomas p levy and a poem by kristen shaw

@ http://www.readsomewords.com


thomas is also in or on noo journal soon

there's going to be a new remix @ soon

very spiritual

1

I eat like a bird almost

I have this discipline of treating everything equally / not always, almost always

it's just like music / I attack that bottle of vodka and drink it like it’s a bottle of cold water / but, I never hallucinated, which is very close to being blind

the best I could describe it

something that does or does not always happen / I guess


2

unlike southern militias, southern artists are primarily considered poets / essentially, or, lyrically, I guess

a visual side of America, overdone or something, rotting of the idea

woke up wrong / for the public

these visions, all terrible, basically coming from the same place / 50's, 60's, 70's

a beauty and strangeness to Piggly Wiggly, the old Kroger, the colors / dead from drinking, for a little bit, psychotherapy, things like that

I might love it, but I don’t know

"I can't tell if I'm high, or if I just want to be high."

spiritual

re

re

yeah

the 80's when the 80's were happening

I was a very mature little girl because I was always with Gianni

Gianni was a pioneer, almost ten years older than me

when I was about 10 or 11, that was 1992

Gianni had this very rock n’ roll feeling

I have to say, I used to put on

boots, scarves / and dress up as Jimi Hendrix

I was dreaming, like eating and breathing

he brought me even further into it

Gianni started to play with me being his model

he’d try clothes on me and ask, “What do you think?”

the first piece of metal mesh he did was for me

I’d wear a miniskirt and patent leather boots / I loved the contrast

I have to say, he was pushing me to do my hair lighter, to bleach it, but he was in love

I wanted to make music that was timeless, to see it

in either a more innocent way or a more sophisticated way, but I don't know

Gianni was a huge music junkie / Metallica, Lenny Kravitz, Jimi Hendrix

I was fascinated / glamor by osmosis, fashion and music, when Gianni asked you to come

it just came naturally, a combination of metallics

I loved it, it was very rock n’ roll

brooke shields spiritual

I pretty much started taking acid right away

I was the worst candidate for that type of thing

I've sought out and had conversations

you see all the pictures

I never had a good time

but back then there were maybe something like 200 celebrities

so that's one way something like that can happen

an out of body experience for five to 10 minutes

I didn't like hovering above myself

I wanted to get rid of the color

it was bad, I had to leave, I didn't want to share my blanket or be "all one"

that's what jimi hendrix and marilyn monroe died from

you see all the pictures

people who have money

jimi hendrix or gram parson or jim morrison or janis joplin or kurt cobain

I picked up a book on them

kerouac, you know, he really became kind of a republican

but, I think that people underestimated how intelligent and how well read he was

and I think that really got to him

like what happened to jackson pollock, being famous was different, it's like /

I bought brigid berlin's cock print book

I just love the mysticism, the things people save

staring straight into the camera, in the middle of god only knows where

like john coltrane or something

yeah, more power to him /

pissing on ice, that's the expression

looking back, or going through a door and thinking

I was always afraid because I just didn't fit in

the sound was complicated, more sophisticated than your garden variety pop songs

I was a completely clueless teenager

keith richards holding a bottle of jack daniels

right on sunset strip

the picket fence that the shooters who assassinated JFK supposedly stood behind

standing in the field, sepia toned

I wanted to go back to that field and take a photograph of it

michael sambar

is a prince



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we put wine in a gatorade bottle last night

it hurt my head today

light, appropriate kisses

a poem series titled WATCH ME AS I JUMP UPON A DISASTROUS BANDWAGON by joseph goosey will be posted on read some words in the next week or so is freshly posted at http://www.readsomewords.com

this is a promotional picture

if you haven't read andy riverbed's Missed Connections & Casual Encounters, then i don't know, one person emailed me "ddddddddddddddddddamn"

this is a promotional picture too

touched my face too much today

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mhm had two things published online at the wake, a poem and a review of bsg's dmnbiwthabp

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gng crzy wth th blg stff

it's kind of like being too high to communicate

a review of michael hessel-mial's poem series 'i am rainbow'

poet, michael hessel-mial
publisher, pangur ban party

"i am rainbow"

the title is funny. i like listening to my voice in my head say the words. when i told it to people it made them laugh but they also looked interested i think.

"this poem is pissed at the other poems"

i like michael's vision of himself.

"phone sex"

this version of this poem is better than the first version i read. everything in this poem feels 'true' like a fact but even more than a fact or something. i felt like telling michael, "i don't say anything either" and "because what can i say that won't feel wrong, ever or something."

"moebius strip"

michael told me this thing once about perceiving yourself through an 'other' like a moebius strip. makes me feel disoriented a little but that might just be the heat and humidity in my room. the things i think while thinking about this poem make this poem enjoyable to me. i feel like this poem is less than or equal to a 'disorienting but beautiful' loop in a panda bear song but not in a way i can explain. i have been thinking the words "which way will it rain" a lot, seems like the poem could be looped, or

"petite observation"

i like the part

"the traffic
lights
and passing cars
and stuff
mean as much
as they should."

because it reminds me of the frankness and arbitrariness of a certain movie. really the whole poem makes me feel that way but especially that part.

"emily dickinson poem"

"me too," but not really.

"looking"

"because I sometimes want to call
everyone I know
and apologize for something
I've done

even if it's undefined
or I haven't done it"

i feel like this is exactly how i feel about my relationships. after i read these lines i felt like a sincere, quiet 'yes' or 'thank you' whispered in the dark, and then i felt helpless but a little consoled because michael had written these lines.

"finger snap"

i know these feelings. i like the end. i heard a person say once, "this person knows how to end a poem" and i feel like michael knows how to end poems very well.

"...poem"

this is a poem about poetry.

'in conclusion' i think these poems are good mostly because of their rereadability and the way you can think about them in an enjoyable way over a period of time longer than you might expect. michael is a poet who holds poetry very awake in the dark, kisses the backs of its knees in the shower, buys it flowers and then throws them in the air to be funny and to mock his conventionality. michael's metaphorical but kind of concrete 'life partner' relationship with and 'love' of poetry is very present in these poems. i might get high and drink something and read them again, not sure yet.