poems I hate

[маразм1]

The table stands

The chair sits

The sofa rests

The painting hangs

The closet holds

The piano plays

The bed sleeps

The rug lays

The candle holder lights

The ornament shines

The flower vase glows.

Hey ,
Its only furniture.



---the poetry stinks


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have I gone the way of the deathly death?
will this machine finish me
where booze and women and poverty
have not?

is Whitman laughing at me from his grave?
does Creeley care?

is this properly spaced?
am I?

will Ginsberg howl?

soothe me!

get me lucky!

get me good!

get me going!

I am a virgin again.

a 70 year old virgin.

don't f** me, machine

do.
who cares?

talk to me, machine!

we can drink together.
we can have fun.

think of all the people who will hate me at this
computer.

we'll add them to the others
and continue right
on.

so this is the beginning
not the
end.

[Saul]

The table stands

The chair sits

The sofa rests

The painting hangs

The closet holds

The piano plays

The bed sleeps

The rug lays

The candle holder lights

The ornament shines

The flower vase glows.

Hey ,
Its only furniture.



---the poetry stinks


------------------------------------


have I gone the way of the deathly death?
will this machine finish me
where booze and women and poverty
have not?

is Whitman laughing at me from his grave?
does Creeley care?

is this properly spaced?
am I?

will Ginsberg howl?

soothe me!

get me lucky!

get me good!

get me going!

I am a virgin again.

a 70 year old virgin.

don't f** me, machine

do.
who cares?

talk to me, machine!

we can drink together.
we can have fun.

think of all the people who will hate me at this
computer.

we'll add them to the others
and continue right
on.

so this is the beginning
not the
end.

Wow... now this really gave me a better look at your personality, after I got to read the poetry that you hate.