Thursday, July 08, 2010

whore lotta whores

you need shit
to compliment the shit
that is you
you and your whores
whore lotta whores
each of them think that they're yours
lip service
gets you far
those dumb bitches 
with daddy issues
and those other hungry heads
will swallow anything you feed 'em
just to get fed
eager to swallow
eager to take
whatever comes
comes out in stale spit
a mouth and a life
full of shit
and that's as good as it gets for you
                                                         that is as good as your life will ever get.

















Wednesday, July 07, 2010

An Elegy on the Death of Kenneth Patchen by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

An Elegy on the Death of Kenneth Patchen by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

need to remember this one in case i'm ever in jail

keep it cute or put it on mute

kitchen kunt poem








mount her hole homo
this is me
 as i go
you are waste
-The junk
-The mold of you pansy
YOU are SUCH A StereoTYPE

            suffer hard & mad honey
you have no real beauty
not never                 
          -only bad
you imitate
fake  love 
and fabricate    -magic
wish for a life with 
music
your pose is the bottom 
of such -dry-   film
i am 
electric fire
& i wax all illusion
out
   we frieze 
                    i fly
                           he dyes 

- kyoko cole - 07.07.10

I WROTE THIS POEM ON THE FRIDGE IN MY KITCHEN USING MAGNETIC POETRY ONE DAY LAST SUMMER. A BROKEN HEART AND A NASTY PHONE CALL MADE ME BREAK DOWN ON MY KITCHEN FLOOR. THE ONLY WAY UP WAS TO GET THE SHIT THAT MADE ME BREAK---OUT OF ME.

the strangest of the strange...

the strangest of the strange...
...i am

star loves the beatles too

star loves the beatles too
yeah i love the beatles too
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