*Note: Several years ago I worked for Kinko’s Copies – they no longer exist so I can use their name. I wrote a lot in those days. I frequently carried a sheet of paper around in the really awful aprons they forced us to wear. I would fold up a sheet and cover it with random thoughts or ideas whenever something struck me – not all of it constitutes “poetry” as such. What follows are some of the things I wrote on a random night at some point between 1993 and 2007. The pictures are the originals, they include things that I am not typing out – feel free to check them out and let me know what you think.
And now, without further ado I present “Poems from the graveyard”
I know it’s not the way I should be thinking,
But right now I thik I hate evryone
including Mickey Mouse.
The Cold rush of air hits my face
and I want to sit forever enveloped
in the coolness of the cool-aid
I am pouring on myself.
There are times when I meet someone and I think
that the entrance to their gene pool had better be closed.
Feelings wasted, anticipation, depraved mind.
One way ticket, road to nowhere living in excess
I can’t breathe; I see nothin’ but despair.
A warm wind blows across me when I see your smile,
I feel safe in your embrace as though nothing and no one
could ever reach me.
I am hidden in your love.
If someone came along and was able to put miles and miles between us,
I would spend the rest of my days trying to repay them.
Where will you be when the movie’s over?
What will you see when the curtain comes down?
Will the papers say you could have been the best; will they say anything at all?
A hack just like the rest.