Words
are
yours
to
keep
EL SEBBO
Posted by sdoubinsky on 10 December 2007
Words
are
yours
to
keep
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 6 December 2007
reality is still the hardest drug
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 4 December 2007
Yeah!
What happened?
EL SEBBO STRANGLERO
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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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Posted by sdoubinsky on 22 November 2007
Too much to drink last night
Trying to collect thoughts
and finally letting them
collect themselves
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 20 November 2007
The stars indicate no direction
and the roadsigns are all
rusty and torn
and I don’t even know
if I’m anywhere on the map
crumpled in the back pocket
of your jeans
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 16 November 2007
Poetry is a mind-altering drug
Do not hesitate to overdose
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 14 November 2007
But I have a job
I am a poet
It’s a very important job
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 12 November 2007
A cold morning
I am on the first floor
looking outside
The golden light of the sun
warms absolutely nothing
Beauty at its best
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 8 November 2007
Days go by like birthday candles
but the cake never goes stale
a cheap metaphor for happiness
I guess but words and images
do betray us sometimes
and maybe, maybe
that’s why we love them
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 6 November 2007
Hell
is being stuck
in a bar
with a bad singer
singing good poetry
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 2 November 2007
RnR
El Sebbo
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 29 October 2007
I measured myself today
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 25 October 2007
The writer speaks
The yellow woman asks questions
nobody understands
The writer answers politely
The yellow woman smiles
Outside words are pressing
their faces to the window
wondering
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 23 October 2007
To DJ Eldon
This is the place where
old cowboys meet
with torn leather boots
and a toothless mouth
full of tobacco
Backs hurt
Whiskey burns
Memories flare up
A sign flaps in the wind
but you can’t read it
as it stands on the opposite
side of yer heart
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 22 October 2007
Dust of a ghost town
on my boots
Cold wind
blows
Old buildings groan
with defiance
Dust of a ghost town
in my mouth
as I leave this
cold, dead place
behind
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 19 October 2007
I live in that
house that you can’t see
and you live in that
house that you can’t see
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 17 October 2007
It was while
we were listening
to the Residents
that she realized
she wasn’t
in love
with me
anymore
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 15 October 2007
Today I told myself
to stop fucking around
but I told myself
I could fuck around
as much I as wanted too
because after all
it is always myself
who has the final
word
EL SEBBO
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