but we sure wish there was
EL SEBBO
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There’s no place like home
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 March 2008
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Bad ear (or I should get a medal for doing this)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 26 February 2008
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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Anniversarery pome (To my partner in crime, DJ Eldon)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 23 February 2008
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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If not
Posted by sdoubinsky on 21 February 2008
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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Another mystery
Posted by sdoubinsky on 19 February 2008
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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Deconstruction
Posted by sdoubinsky on 15 February 2008
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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Em-ba-ra-ssing (To DJ Nic)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 13 February 2008
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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Capitalism
Posted by D. James on 12 February 2008
Bank
is a
four
letter
word
(D. James)
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Imperialism
Posted by sdoubinsky on 11 February 2008
Free
is a
four
letter
word
EL SEBBO
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Burn all flags
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 February 2008
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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A view with a room
Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 February 2008
If I move
two inches
to the left
does reality
remain the same?
EL SEBBO
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Peace King
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 February 2008
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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Hurry on up
Posted by sdoubinsky on 29 January 2008
It’s a foggy day
can’t see more than my hands
maybe it’s a good thing
maybe it ain’t
but at least in this freezing weather
I’ve only one way to go
yippie-yay-oh
EL SEBBO
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Stuck (or why we are poets)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 24 January 2008
Reality is not what
you make of it
Reality is what
you don’t want it to be
EL SEBBO
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Sunrose
Posted by sdoubinsky on 19 January 2008
The sun rose today
but I missed it
my eyes still blinded
by night and punctuated by stars
The sun rose today
and I didn’t
preferring to ignore
the glorious colors
to the monochrome black
The sun rose today
and I didn’t care
as I embraced
a lovely shadow
slightly smelling
of cinnamon
EL SEBBO
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A clap of thunder
Posted by sdoubinsky on 17 January 2008
A clap of thunder
in a clear blue sky
or the strange reflection
of something not quite there
are our daily mysteries
so sit down
have a coffee
read the paper
and finally
accept yourself
as the ultimate mystery
goddammit
EL SEBBO
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Hangman
Posted by sdoubinsky on 15 January 2008
Hanging upside down
I finally see the world
how it really is
EL SEBBO
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Hermosa corona
Posted by sdoubinsky on 11 January 2008
Hermosa corona
shining high above the clouds
just out of reach of my wanting fingers
Hermosa corona
beautiful face wrapped
in silk and gold
you could be a vision
but your materiality
drags me down
Hermosa corona
if only you could
be a poem
a word an image
and disappear
as soon as
you were pronounced
Hermosa corona
I wish I could could
hold you in my hands
but they are tied
behind my back
and praying won’t help
Hermosa corona
your indifference
is truth
your glitter
wisdom
and your power
death
Hermosa corona
I run in circles
after myself
please let me
have you
please
please
EL SEBBO CORONADO
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Hierophant
Posted by sdoubinsky on 9 January 2008
The re is no mystery
in an open hand
but as we walk
our teeth grow back
into our gums
and our bones
shatter like ice
We try to laugh it off
but a howling wind
comes out of our lungs
and specks of our blood
decorate the sky’s blue cupola
There is no mystery
in an open hand
but the closed fist
hanging over our heads
is following us
like the shadow of something
we knew or thought we knew
EL SEBBO
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Dusk
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 January 2008
It is the time
when windows
are becoming walls
and children voices
are elongating
in the gardens
It is the time
when somethíng rattles
inside your chest
and you wonder
if death will come
and teach you
how to dance
It is the time
when you evaluate
all the things
you have said
and you realize
they can be summarized
in a single word
It is the time
when the sky darkens
and becomes this impossible blue
you have tried for so long
to imitate in your soul
to no avail
It is the time
when finally
failures
turn to gold
EL SEBBO
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Routine
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 January 2008
Q: Why can we always feel when something bad is going to happen but never something good?
A: Because there are more bad things than good things happening to us.
Q: Why are there more bad things than good things happening to us?
A: Because we are cursed.
Q: Why are we cursed?
A: Because we are free.
Q: Is freedom a good thing or a bad thing?
A: It is a very good thing. That’s why we can’t feel anything.
EL SEBBO.
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Temperance
Posted by sdoubinsky on 28 December 2007
Drink
as much as you can
Speak
as much as you can
and in the outer limits
of your words
will you finally
be yourself
EL SEBBO
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Hell or some other place
Posted by sdoubinsky on 22 December 2007
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
The ships have sailed
and the planes have left
their esoteric signs
of the sky’s blue wall
We didn’t ask to come
and no one invited us
but we are here
and it’s definitely not there
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
Some of us are hungry
and some of us are sad
I am lucky to be loved
You are lucky to be blind
The poker tables are full
and smoking is allowed
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
Don’t thank me for our journey
It wasn’t the one that planned
There is a toast stuck in the toaster
and the flames are raging high
You left your coffee untouched
and outside the sun is nodding
Everything is familiar
yet none of it is mine
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
I guess we could say goodbye
or greet each other in tears
there are many wars out there
their fumes obscuring our lungs
I guess I should say I’m sorry
but I have yet to learn these words
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
EL SEBBO
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Strength
Posted by sdoubinsky on 20 December 2007
Like love
strength
is a potentiality
the coiled steel spring
the flexed muscle
the fluttering of an eyelash
a laughter
gas in the tank
like love
strength
is
somewhere
between
you
and yourself
a shadow
as faithful
as shadows
can be
EL SEBBO
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Fckg stnd (or reality can be read between the lines)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 18 December 2007
y kn wht I mn
L SBB
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The Hermit
Posted by sdoubinsky on 14 December 2007
Those
who fear loneliness
have never been
alone
EL SEBBO
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Virtue
Posted by sdoubinsky on 12 December 2007
’s like quicksilver rolling in the palm of your hand
a strong card with many colors
a woman who can stare you down
a poem you thought long forgotten
’s like a spot of darkness in the middle of light
a sword in a merciful hand
a shameless kiss on the mouth
something you miss but you don’t know why
something you miss but you don’t know why
EL SEBBO
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Rad poem
Posted by sdoubinsky on 10 December 2007
Words
are
yours
to
keep
EL SEBBO
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100 mg
Posted by sdoubinsky on 6 December 2007
reality is still the hardest drug
EL SEBBO
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Whatever happened to the heroes?
Posted by sdoubinsky on 4 December 2007
Yeah!
What happened?
EL SEBBO STRANGLERO
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Another fuck poem
Posted by sdoubinsky on 30 November 2007
Fuck work
fuck school
fuck power
fuck god
fuck you
fuck me
fuck it
let’s dance
EL SEBBO
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