27 February 2008 • 6:28 am 1
I shot
the box
of Rice Krispies
stabbed the
Fruit Loops
and strangled
with bare hands
the Raisin Bran
Now
there’s nothing left
for tomorrow’s breakfast
(D. James)
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26 February 2008 • 11:18 am 0
My ear is shot
Haven’t slept in two days
and here I am writing
this miserable poem
Is it friendship pushing me
or just poetry’s bad junk
shaking me up and down
and never letting me be?
EL SEBBO
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25 February 2008 • 9:03 am 1
23 February 2008 • 7:11 am 1
no candles
but fireworks
no explosions
but roman candles
we have written pomes
for one good year now
we are very tired
but our mouths are still
full of spit, tongue, stones
and words
no firecrackers
but live ammo
no funeral pyres
but a feather
of the Phoenix
EL SEBBO
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21 February 2008 • 6:33 am 2
poems
are
free
like a bank robbery
a good fist fight
or a major break up
I said
poems
are
free
I didn’t say
they were nice
EL SEBBO
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20 February 2008 • 6:47 am 1
19 February 2008 • 11:56 am 1
The white veil of morning
creeps around the house
The birds are black notes
and their song hang frozen
in mid-air
We drink coffee in the kitchen
and I want to tell you something
but your words erase mine
and I forget what I wanted to say
and there is no way you can help me
and we laugh it off and another mouth
replaces my mouth with different words
forming behind the seemingly same teeth
although they are actually a few seconds
older
EL SEBBO
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18 February 2008 • 7:59 am 1
Like a bad meal
that repeats
This town
loves itself
more than it deserves
Rewarding mediocrity
Substituting false beauty
for real emotion
Masking belligerent consumption
with blinding sunlight
and palm trees
An American microcosm
of what’s to come
“Reality” TV
played out
in lives of
unconscious consent
Leased luxury
parked outside
your shared apartment
It’s what’s on
the outside
that counts here
This is not
the place
for epic poetry
(D. James)
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15 February 2008 • 4:42 pm 1
My children play
with wooden blocks
red blue yellow
and green
They build towers
and smash them
laughing
like typical
humans
A reassuring thought
somehow
The blocks
await in the sunlight
waiting to be
piled up
and thrown down again
like typical
humans
Not a reassuring thought
somehow
EL SEBBO
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14 February 2008 • 8:15 am 1
To live a life
epic like the night
Full with the
weight of the moon
Dark with occasional
streaks of light
Dotted with
a billion possibilities
like stars against
the blackened sky
To be complete
and silent
in an endless expanse
Reaching beyond
the humble existence
of just walking the earth,
To the never-ending
edge of the universe
Swallowing planets whole
and still waking, in the morning
to brilliant sunlight
(D. James)
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13 February 2008 • 10:04 am 2
Went to a party last Saturday
and all evening I wondered
if my fly was open because
the zipper was broken or because
I was too stoned to zip it up
Time to quit?
Hell no
EL SEBBO
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12 February 2008 • 8:11 am 0
Bank
is a
four
letter
word
(D. James)
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11 February 2008 • 12:57 pm 1
Free
is a
four
letter
word
EL SEBBO
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8 February 2008 • 8:29 am 0
7 February 2008 • 12:01 pm 2
The blue of the sky
crashes through my open window
and a few birds sing
to welcome the first rays
of the sun
Everything is still
except for the millions
of radio waves
spinning around us
like in invisible killer bees
and I say
to the wall
my chair my desk
the open window
the blue sky
the birds and their songs
“Burn all flags”
as flags frame you
in what you are not
and never will be
- a model citizen
a model father
a model nation
a model nature
a model bird
a model sky
a model model
Yes
burn all flags
especially
the white one
EL SEBBO
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6 February 2008 • 6:13 am 1
5 February 2008 • 7:51 am 2
If I move
two inches
to the left
does reality
remain the same?
EL SEBBO
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4 February 2008 • 7:48 am 1
I want to
stay up all night
watching movies
I want to
find someway
to feel
I want to
stay up all night
and listen
to the rain
I want to
find a way
to get back home
I want to
be free
from wanting
and just be
I want to
stay up all night
and listen
to the pain
In the end
I just want
to believe
(D. James)
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1 February 2008 • 7:22 am 2
I am the peace king
and I come without banner nor flag
My arms are broken
and my friends have fallen
Will you welcome me
with arrows and fire
or kisses and tears?
I am the peace king
and I have no purpose
but to prove that existence
is nothing but choice
whether you win or not
I am the peace king
and my face is as white
as your rage
I am the peace king
and I am sorry
that I hurt you once
and for all
I am the peace king
and you can very well
chose to ignore me
if you wish
as I will not fight with you
I am the peace king
and I am never wrong
although many wish me to be
because peace
is always
more threatening
than bloodshed
I am the peace king
hail me at my passage
or throw me stones
I love flowers
and stones are my friends
but beware
my visits are scarce
and often go
unnoticed
as I am clear as the wind
dark as a starless night
and fluttering as love promises
EL SEBBO
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