The interview vampires
Are the voices in my head
That tell me to go away
And go to sleep for a thousand years
They tell me that you will never get a job
That I will never have the experience
Needed to succeed
The interview vampires take over
Mostly at night
Right before I drift off to sleep
They keep me from drifting to sleep
The interview vampires are real
Every twenty-something
Has experience the wrath of
The interview vampires at
Some time or another
The interview vampires don't wear black
They don't suck blood
And they don't have fangs
They are very real, however
In my mind, the interview vampires
Take the form of an older man
Dressed in a three piece suit with tie
He smells of sharp cologne
The interview vampire
Fights a nasty fight
With pictures and words
And profanity
"What makes you feel that you can handle
A room full of pre-pubescent human beings?"
By yourself
Alone
"Why do you think you deserve a benefits package and a retirement plan?"
Two years of national service
Doesn't count
Inside the mind of the interview vampire.
The interview vampire
Will make you believe
That you are fully capable
Of nothing more than losing your mind.
The interview vampire
Will grab hold of your
Sanity
And hang on
For dear life
A selection of quality (and not-so- quality) works from quality (and not-so-quality) people. You decide which is which. An experiment of sorts in my mind and others, this is what you the faithful readers and writers make it. Have fun with it! Write poetry without judgment.
Showing posts with label terrible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label terrible. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Time for a little group effort poetry
The future is in the eye of the beholder
But do the blind understand a different, secret truth?
Making a mockery of the concept of disability...
Piss me off and see me blow
I would rather be taken
Away on that eastern wind
I hear we're a lot of
Coughing and running
Moses what could it
Be? The wine, garlic
And beer has some feeling
Glow and slow but others
Full of glee with a hint
Of mystique. When
Water rains down
From the sky
Some spirits fly
Higher than
Kites.
But do the blind understand a different, secret truth?
Making a mockery of the concept of disability...
Piss me off and see me blow
I would rather be taken
Away on that eastern wind
I hear we're a lot of
Coughing and running
Moses what could it
Be? The wine, garlic
And beer has some feeling
Glow and slow but others
Full of glee with a hint
Of mystique. When
Water rains down
From the sky
Some spirits fly
Higher than
Kites.
Friday, May 22, 2009
william carlos williams is the WORST roommate ever.
I have used
the last of
the toilet paper
that you bought
and which you
were probably
hoping
to use this morning
Forgive me
it was needed
so absorbant
and so soft.
the last of
the toilet paper
that you bought
and which you
were probably
hoping
to use this morning
Forgive me
it was needed
so absorbant
and so soft.
Labels:
famous poets,
poetry,
terrible,
terrible people,
terrible poetry,
writing
Thursday, May 21, 2009
magpo is for eighteen-year-olds
I
you smell. surrender all wind.
II
suddenly
the sky vanished
III
you crush
the chill
from this
empty morning
IV
moon will drop his stars
let march come
V
begin to leave
yet
hear the song
remember
not a fling
a friend
VI
she usues summer sky as balm
you smell. surrender all wind.
II
suddenly
the sky vanished
III
you crush
the chill
from this
empty morning
IV
moon will drop his stars
let march come
V
begin to leave
yet
hear the song
remember
not a fling
a friend
VI
she usues summer sky as balm
Labels:
poetry,
ride the magpo-ny,
teenage poetry,
terrible,
write,
writing
The first
The first
Is always the worst
Though I fear I have nothing
to fear
Please be kind, please be cruel
Add at your will
There is just one rule
Everything added
Must be verse
Put it down
Get it out
Be what you feel you can be
Everything
You wish
Will come true
If here
I'm only kidding
Be kind
Be cruel
Be what you wish
Invitation
Terrible terrible terrible
I hope this brings you peace
Write now
Is always the worst
Though I fear I have nothing
to fear
Please be kind, please be cruel
Add at your will
There is just one rule
Everything added
Must be verse
Put it down
Get it out
Be what you feel you can be
Everything
You wish
Will come true
If here
I'm only kidding
Be kind
Be cruel
Be what you wish
Invitation
Terrible terrible terrible
I hope this brings you peace
Write now
Labels:
be here now,
false claims,
firsts,
firsts are worsts,
no expectations,
poetry,
terrible,
write,
writing
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