poem about change

first I was like woah, then I was like WOAH!!

first i was like WTF then i was like ok

First I was like WTF?? then I was like lol

first I was like whoa, then I was like whoa

first i was like wtf then i was like i get it lol

first I was like huh o_O, then I was like oh O_O!

first I was like ahhhhhhhh… then I was like, ohhh

first I was like, "Damn". Then I was like, wait a second,

you created me in your image, so

I'm assuming you have a gap tooth

too. High Five!

first I was like: Lololo then I was like: lololo

first i was like whaaa... then i was like wooooooaaaa.

First I was like ''HUH?" then i was like oooooooooh

first I was like :uhoh: then I was like :lmao:

first I was like mmm then I was like eeewww

first I was like eeewww then I was like mmm

First I was like...awww...then I was like...god dammit!

first i was like r u serious! then i was like ohhhh hahaha

first i was like wtf? then i was like..wow

First i was like "Hmmm" Then i was like "yeh"

first I was like luaghing then I was like wtf

first i was like woah, and then, i was like WOAH!

first I was like damn, then I was like wait a minute

first i was like...wtf? then i was like... HOLY SHIT YOU KILLED DONALD DUCK!

first I was like.....awwww cute.....then I was like......OH CRAP

first I was like. rolling_eyes Then I was like laugh

first. I was like "how likes gummy bears?" Then I was like,

"Oh, who likes gummy bears?”

first i was like wtf then i was like lawl

first I was like :shock: ....then I was like :lol:

first i was like ._. then i was like X_X

first I was like............ EPIC FU? WTF Then I was like.... Oooooh..

The Epic Fuck You? I dig it. My myspace name

being "Fuck Yo Kung Fu"

First I was like cool! Then I was like annoying!

first I was like... lighten up.. then I was like H4xz0R PWND YOU!

first I was like YES then I was like Ok I'm going to kill someone.

first i was like :D then i was like >:( Some people are dumb

first i was like what, then i was like ohhhhhh

First i was like man that's fast then i was like !!!!!!

First, I was like "No way." Then, I was like "Yes!!"

first I was like "so soon"? Then I was like - wow!

first I was like "wtf?" and then I was like "WTF?"

first I was like snikt and then I was like bub

first I was like "Cool," then I was like "Shit, I should eat today,

and probably speak out loud at some point."

first I was like WTF, but then I was like FTW!

first I was like nervous but then I was like :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

first I was like "ew", but then I was like "FUCKING AWESOME HE DIED LOL

first post I was like Yooooooo Hoooo! and then I was like Doh!

first I was like, Meh, but then I was like, heh

first I was like christina aguilara wtf? then I was like

NICK NOLTE?!?! WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK?!?!

first, I was like, what? Then I was like, ohmygosh

first I was like Noooo, then I was like yeah.

first I was like damn, and then I was like, sweet.

first, I was like, on SHABBAT?!? But then i was like, oh, Reform.

first, I was like what’s so crude, then I was like oh yea.

first I was like wtf? then I was like THIS IS SO GAY!!!

first I was like oh! Surprised and then I was like oh! Smile

First I was like AGHH hello thats so gay, then I was like ahhh thats kinda cute

first. I was like "thats right". But then I was like f*ck her.

I had to say what I needed to say,

so it wasn't on MY HEART for the rest of the week

First, I was like "eeewwww." And then I was like "Oh no,

I've become a blood elf making fun of the undead."

first I was like, "Sweet." Then I was like, "Wait a minute." Then I was like,

"What the hell will I ever use this for?"

Now I'm like, "Next thread." ;)

first, i was all like, “damn,” and then later i was like, “daaaamn.”

first I was like 'What the fack..,' but then I was like 'Ah-ha..har-har.'

first I was like, hawt! But then I was like, hrm

First I was like, "yay, house!" and then I was like, "mmm, steak!"

and then I was like, "eeee, rats!"

first i was like "Yay, he's dead" but then i was like "auughh fuck."

first I was just like whatever, but then I was like WTF?

first I was like ‘ah poor animal’, but then I was like ‘um… I’m hungry’”

First I was like "lol second sun cool" but then I was like "Why are people bitching

about the sun and physics?"

first i was like you crazy arabs and then i was like damm you are madd funny!!! :)

First i was like, "whoa zombies" and then i was like "no hippies"

first I was like "Oh A clear ad cool" then I was like "WHAT THE HELL BABY DICK?"

first, I was like, “Yeah, a fucking labyrinth.” But then I was like,

“No, how is this going to help me?”

First I was like "ZOMG", then I was like "NO WAI"

first I was like wow, then I was like WAIT

first i was like "cool" then i was like "effing sexist pig" then i was like

"it's just a shirt" i'm a feminist too

first i was like boo, then i was like yeah.

first i was like WHAT ? Then I was like HUH ?

first I was like, "Ghey.". Then I was like OMFG THEY ARE SHOES

IN DISGUISE!!!!111!!1!ONEONE

First I was like money. Then I was like laughing monkey

first I was like WOW then I was like wow

first I was like 0_o then I was like x_x now I'm like >_<

first i was like 'nooooo' then i was like, fuck it, need the money

“first, I was like, 'whatever', but then later I was like, 'Ohmygawd, this is awesome' " effused one young wordsmith.

Trainrack

Please sign in and stain today with that gaze, you know the one? The day has poured us a fresh glass of injuries and I, for one, am grateful. Pick one for your very own: dress it up, take it home, and cuddle with it; let it mingle with your identity. Trot back to town with your new found feign, and show off the trips of your transgressions. Soap would be proud of us I'm sure. It'd slap its suds on our back and say to us: "son, that's initially what I thought too, when I first found the crashing".

inter

cheap 'why's chafe our Lord knows where we'll put the remnants. Pace back and fro to fix the flutter (the chirping, the mixing of ringing with wrong-doing...). Stop occurs, truncated. Sound flounders. "Pray our eyes out"edness. Tome and time again. Trace the cracks on the chapped lips newly smiling, peer into them. Trueth spelled funny. Knock. Falls through faces, we lay ours out, open in the street hoping someone will gaze lovingly upon them, maybe take them home and hang them out too, why?

face at last

The difference between prose and poetry is the difference between an apple and anaphylaxis. For instance, when you read a piece of prose, you bite into once-living flesh; you chew, crunch and work the flavor into your body. It is sweet. It is sour. It nourishes. The core is thrown to the ground, the remaining flesh decays, and the seeds grow new life.

Poetry begins similarly, however, shortly after swallowing, immunoglobins begin their work, communicating with your mast cells, telling them to protect you . Your pharynx begins to swell; edema begins to seep through membranes and fill your pulmonic tissues. Inspiration ceases and you fall to the ground.

Anyway... your death-fist-flesh encloses the flesh of the apple still. As both decay, the sun bakes your body and the seed sprouts, sucking up the apple's and your body's now mingling nutrients.

A tree grows up lifting your body to the sky.

One day a child will climb the tree; her limbs communicate and speak with the limbs of the tree as it leads her to a place where a face can be seen poking out. The tree's skin has given your skull a new face. The child will smile and run her fingers over your eyes, nose, and cheeks, and then she will kiss your new lips and the poem will begin.

loud knows we can't be eggs over that easy

Baby Pissboy Blue took a rocket-ship into who-says-so. Suddenly, the manager runs out shouting in a thick horse-accent: "You soccerstreet some-agains have a gain to be sure of it, and don't you mean 'engulfed by the... or maybe just quietly lapped, or even just tickled by the mere murmers of the suggestion.'?"

Cold as hands shaking hands with cold plans, Baby Pissboy Blue shouted right back in visual force, wall-eyed man, shaking eyes with air: "we've erred in the past good Swear, but this town hasn't the rind for the twixt of us, and I've sucked the mint of your moaning song-enough".

Not sterile, but medically clean stares hung in bags under the Manager's eyes. The clock ticks the clock sticks the clock ticks the clock ticks, errr... hangs there hot, but BPB knows just when to woo and sudden-twirl-kicks the "mere suggestion" back to the general direction of the sky. And that's where it sticks to this stay holding hands with the Main Plot with Baby Pissboy Blue and the Manager still "in the thick of it".

flow taste and flow

This is the net gain of hamster hands, and in the end, let darkness roll, let darkness roll, over the backs of your fingers, which spindle and thread throughout the city of knowns. Forced perspective forced perspective run to run to run. We blow smoke signals and call our ancestors and explain why we were so late in the first place. Race to religion, flicks out. flicks in. We coast like that, we s'posed to hold hands: nodding. Plod we three to cordless telephones, sidle up behind them and change their minds with works. And beds and ankles: we trip through the sea of everyone's waving to me. Sound we our bells of sound, we are bells, we sing, we sing to the evening, but the daybreak is caught in our throats and even if we could cough sputter cough it up the moment is ruined the moment is pruned. Sorry about that mr. mischief and if sound ever happens again, you'll be the first to know, first to no, first to know. sit up straight and smile up fake and straighten up before the decision is made for you. Townhouses townhouses fit, fit, which way do they fit, We'd wonder, hammered on life. Ash fits cold shade in set face, save tags bid sick noose undulate, posse cold posse fluster cut sick up injury to house save and bed nod in town bosses. Weed be done and we'd be gone cake bold and slack stinted fat slank in poignant chase. Face the face the faucet and hold your breath tight, wrung like sponge cake and sung like the gates of smell. Put it down, put it down, lock Ajazz out kicking wet with wetness. we'd be done with the folds, no bring the outhouse to life with us and fill the bold to town we ask we our beds 'til ask we our best 'til ask we out beds 'til it off strip it won thread that image through the need her now, flow taste and flow. down stream we ask down stream we ask to hill top run and fake our lives fake them and Oh we go to Oh we go to Oh we go. Chill to the phone stuck to the take her down, I can't get the rhythm, take the rhythm out, divorce it from me, never need to see it again. Till you go we can't have peace can't stop wanting this to go on, only we did and still don't really understand the point of waving in this manner, don't read, don't read the words, just understand them. Flow out to flow, and fill out to fill and over flow after with minds like picnics to attend to. Caught in the act, we thought this'd never end, but here we have a fresh example of murder, we never knew what it was. the sound, the mean, the implications of answer us, I can't wrap, can't warp, can't get around the sound of it. Flat tax and glitter scheisse floundering tackle box doom bend to ent spend and cower and cower and cower and cower for the rooms gone we shot it to death but you wouldn't know about that would you, sitting there just sit there waiting to die but flight never takes place because nothing ever seems to happen that doesn't seem to happen. It wears out that way because sight arises inside you and cold cocks the waitress to the ground, sponge in hand, soaking up the energy of the moment. We'd say goodbye but goodbye never works quite the way we intend it to, and shade is best anyhow. Block out the sun, not blocked out by hiding from it, it tastes best when evaded, how'd you guess. Space to space fill'd with shutters, filled with soot. Kind man, and kind man, and kind man to take the trash out to take. We'll be in, we'll be in, take out the feel, take out the feel and what do you have in your hand, it's a bag of feed. Feed the machine, feed it well, and when it grows up big and strong and strong and big we can all figure out ways to destroy it. Float float shoot shamble. Wail out the stares to stars to post it on, I'd sound the alarm, sound the alarm but I've only ever been filled with what I've only ever been filled by. Close your hand around me and explore with me this galaxy of closenesses, faked to the core. Suture businesses to "busy"nesses. Cancel my subscription too. Nothing comes and nothing sums and nothing comes of this. This battering out of letters, not even words. Change comes but always from behind, and sits.

"Shake us peer!", Iain's on it.

She like 'em earthy to a some: her stay.
Sour moral of Lee-Ann, mortem parrot.
Ralph Wins! "touché" g'thud Arleen Budds. Huff'em eh?
Ann's Hummer Sleeze. Athal Tew's horded hate.

Some dime 2". Hot thigh off, hey "Vinn 'shh' Ines".
An Doff tennis is goal'd Comp. electioned hemmed.
Ann/Dave reverve ROM fearsome tie 'em deek lines.
"Bye, shh", ant's surnames chain jink-horse hunt-rimmed.

Butt-Thigh! He turn awesomer, shell knot feigned.
Gnarl whose Pose session huffeth at fareth O-host.
Norse Halled "eth bragth" who wants Her Stinnish-ade.
When in heat: earn Al-lines, toot!, Eye'm, th' ogre owest.

solo 'n' gas 'em 'n' Camry "Thor, I scan sea!
Soul ogle Ives th' hiss hand th' hiss-gagh! vessle I've toothy.

only the poem is over

He was the poster-boy of pamphlet-men. These are the stareplanes of existence. Bifurcating beams of light punctured through a waterwhite sky. These are the shared pains of persistence, the growing pains of the enlisted. We are the underhousemen. He stared halfhandsomely out into an unsettled sea. A mile or so away yet another sigh between yet two more tired lips. The fairlanes of the assisted, the tearing pains of the arm-twisted. No horizon on the horizon. Skysea. Could stand on my head and never know the difference. Stareplanes. No, the inner ear could tell. The darestains of the unafflicted, the hair-manes of the gutter-lifted. The layers laid or the sand sifted. I think we've tried hard enough for now. This is the seer's grave. That was the blue. That was the black. This is the gray.