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Sunday Nights Are For Best Friends

Poem For Flips

your the nicest

way to say goodbye

with that black and white word strap

carelessly slipping off your tongue shoulder

eyes flapping light like Bardot

sicker with the power lock windows

overlooking graduate stones and younger presses

shut up in small rooms

tiny herbal remedies crying into small text boxes

ringing out last green wire
always there, for the whole world to miss.

Sharpie discontinued these Colors.

Dear Hair,
Why is it that the afternoon air is a beautiful exhale of orange cream soda? Here is a palette of colors that will no longer be produced by my long-time companion, the sharpie marker. I am obsessed with much too many things. for such a short time. I awake to find my obsessions climb out of the mouths of others. as though my shadow retreats into sleep and no one noticed my deep love for such things. Is this what you call a "bad case of trendsetter syndrome"? Ha

The definition of "flip" is exactly its verb. I flip over preconceptions of what it means to be a blogger, poet, and person. Traversing the lanes of each. Breeding more lanes of each. Like when Jeremiah asked in the computer lab at Naropa what symbology was, I barked "its a branch" and you giggled. The space or interface of this blogosphere feels very old like I've been staring at the same wallpaper for the past several years that it begins to resemble a "classic." This morning I awoke with piano chords stretched like glass between dream and the need to go pee. I sat on the toilet when it got louder and got annoyed. So here's my theory on daylight savings: it produces poems which would not have otherwise been written, gives us an extra hour to edit. And I am soon to say farewell.

Poem : For Dreamers and Schemers

A Wreck For Envy



At least send a queen
So that I can stay here
And watch the face fall
With out the side effects
Of how I look.



In the dream I am at a camp. Not a prison but we are all sharing beds and low on food. A go to help with the babies. One of them is quiet too quiet. I pick him up and realize he is not breathing. I know it is dangerous to give an infant CPR. the breastbone is very weak and would snap under the weight of mistaken pressure. The baby tells me he has asthma, I worry for him kiss him and place him next to an older boy in different sleeping quarters to secure his safety. Later we are in a pool. there must be hundreds of us in the splashing around. The water is salted and dark. With cold and warm currents. Very deep. I cannot tell if we are there by choice or have been assigned? I have a memory of where I was before this camp> in argentina at a large ranch style mansion with my two sisters. Paula gets tickests to a Bon Jovi concernt in town and promises to take me. I meet a couple of kids and am encouraged to go befriend them. I do not feel so much older. I am yet timid and unknwn to their games and looks. My sister changes her mind and decided to take the other sister to the concert. I am devastated and make a huff about it. Back to the camp. I hear Patrick Rocha is there. I think, its is ate and we are t be in love. Bethany is there too but I do not know it until I mention to my mind I will love Patrick now. The web of confusion begins. To love someone I know I love but has husrt and tremendously disrespected my heart or to love someone who has only loved praised and supported me? It seems obvious but is not as things of this nature go. The babies are all crying with scarlet fever. I am the only nurse paying any attention to taking care of their tears. I can not sleep until they rest. These tiny limbs disowned by mothers and caregivers wrapped in soft gauzes.



My arms fold to prove Balthus
Does not have the corner on gesture
nor Lolita the only panty in the room.
We feed hard bugs to the glass lights
And undress our feet to write out
History on the banks of rivers.



So many people. Crowded but not unhappy. How I imagine poverty in latin culture: broke but always making the best of it. Storing the extra meat in the second fridge. I see Rick at a group event and want to cry with joy. He is my Laurie. The Laurie from little women and I am his Jo. I run to him and wonder where Jeff is? If they could merge into one person I would need nothing else.


Dreams are such wild creatures. Often over looked
as fantastic garbage. So are you.

jingle bell rock i've been writing the same 2004 thing.

from Old Boulder Pomes Because I Said So

12/26/2004
46 min. Dryer

Not having
to look out side
says lots of things
for one,
avoiding the climate
means
being embarrassed
about living
when only having to
enter into a car
to drive away
with an umbrella
Over it
not having
an umbrella
to drive away
after entering a car
when having to
live about being embarrassed
in which to avoid a certain climate
for one, says lots of things
While not having to
look outside
is still avoiding
that you are there
in reverse
when all I want is
to get on with it,
get married
&fold the clothes
you negotiate
me in.
-----------------------------
3/13/2005
from The Title Is Form

Hearing it that way
was hard to do,
leaned against her ear
to understand what
was meant by
"what about my ankles,
do you like them?"
yes
"and what about my thighs,
do you think they're pretty"
very
"do you like my face"
yes, enormously

Though hearing you in quotations
brackets the climate to
'orchestrate the afternoon'
the crease
while you walk
towards birdlike streetlights
red yellow green
as though some

[Bus passing through impulse Yes,
your ankles are pretty and I will hear them a certain way.
Will hear them lack coordination. with the thigh part.
that part revealed in private. when no one else is in context,
Though in the same collage. & we lock ourselves without a door. Said we should try looking for a used door. The not-yet of this child. "this" developing in this. half white and yawning. A little one accumulating. in your mouth. it is the mouth extending towards here. now used for editing.

To return here. an awkward between. Snow and not so snow.
Where we went on to happen chronological and ethnic
after the split, so we're taught.
In the place where it was both and part limb. you knew me then.
relapsed, I like your face. the representative lagging in front. because it belongs to a faceless translation. where god stood back and watched. watched you interpret yourself without a mouth
where you came from a thank you card
and I screamed at the post office.]

smallest note for easy reading

i pick up forget -me -nots
the dream dismanteling those most used adjectives from the base
i spend a little too much time together
raffeling limbs or organs for a chance to meet again
sweet dark kidney pressed between my legs
i squeeze it like tennessee.

Sean Penn Would Date Me, Right?

two soft rivers
meeting for the first time
two lovers strapped into the serious winter
two thousand epics tearing through the wallpaper memory of the last woman washing before or after the lights in Providence went low enough for the rouge to glow and spark fantastic sighs from the nude stranger twisting in the linens upstairs.
I fall asleep with my hand in my pants
tired from the bright spasms
the insistence of phone conversations
light from the outside always seeping in.

Eyelash Retrieval

What happens when the human loses
all inhibition
for cutting paper
with scissors.
There's not a poem here, this is not a poem.
To save the documents, close caskets, get innocuous.
I put on makeup
because its healthy
to let the self that cares.
If you listen closely
eyelashes hum
through the bold-face
of tonight's moon. You
don't believe it? Go ask
the ones who are holy,
go ask Obama. He'll tell you so.

+----<****To Do List****>----+

1. text yr bestfriend a big fat kiss.
2. go on a date with someone you'd least want to with.
3. film yrself while taking the verbal section of the GRE. 4. learn a new sport for the sport itself.
5. tell that cute girl sitting next to yr table how pretty she looks.
6. tell that cute boy sitting next to yr table how cute he is.
7. flirt with yr neighbors dog through the window.
8. make-out with the hottest page from yr favorite author.
9. find a job that makes yr heart smile most of the time.
10. go to a brothel just to talk.
11. open yr mouth under the big sky, do an audio loop of you reading yr poem over it.
12. invite a stranger to ask you to marry them.
13. ask the stranger to ask you to marry them.
14. rescue all the rabbits in Petco, build a home for them, make a reality TV show about it.
15. apply to an MFA program with funding. Tell them yr a really good artist and that yr greatest works aren't supposed to be made. Tell them yr keeping sketches/notes on what you want made after you die. Don't die right away just to have them made.
16. throw all of yr notebooks into a hardrive, do whatever it takes to do it by hand.
17. take a black sharpie marker and outline every piece of furniture that you have with it.
18. start a solo and private band, don't record anything. Tell everyone yr the lead singer in yr really great solo private band.
19. make every effort to sincerely celebrate the popular holidays and encourage yr friends to celebrate it with you.
20. if yr a poet, collaborate with a financial analyst. Study the stock market poetically, make money for yrself.
21. eat something new every time.
22. fall in love without trying.
23. every night before you fall asleep, say to yrself "I love my life."
24. every morning when you wake up, say to the world "yr an awfully difficult place to live in sometimes but being alive to experience all the happy and sad is simply worth it and I love you. I love you world." Then get up, get dressed, and walk out the door to notice yr life pass before you.
25. When walking wherever you go, think at least once "wow. I'm alive."
26. Let the supermarket and all the food in it remain a mystery.
27. Go to work and know that everyone there is a mystery too.
28. Talk to yr "co-workers" like they're this absolutely fantastic human mystery that really they are.

Collabopome 2.

Poem for
The Children of Scissors
by Flip & Carlos Lara
for Hair, Anna, MCK, Yoyos, Pablo, Steve, & Johnny Duvernoy.

Open the line in reversible battery heart-sick. Your memory did this to us while We sang forth the Velcro hymn of quiet come-ons the light regressed and sound off The neutral music-murder neutered pennies across Jamaica and space and making Eyes at you has done nothing for this dumb karaoke coupon telethon. My insistence Insists the show-room self embarrassed and full of red, that ribbon of type-writer Regret I know is mere inked with black memory of subletting the color pink. If anyone knows me I am the sleepwalker to tacos and girlfriends fool ex girlfriends Who dedicate the 50’s hip hop channel to the Mario Bros. and Legend of Zelda There once was a princess who wore the lacking language, kicked off heels of Commas in the formatted sunlight I saw two lilies bud forth the sad face of today With its “sound off” but sound was a rainbow willow Not a street or the red boots of my walking with tiny women and cloud clowns. Instead of saying instead of just go to sleep with a Rubik’s youtube cube on your iris The dream interferes another frame, a hand reaches for scissors in the 16mm peanut butter disconnection, my phone kept ringing and I left a message on my phone telling it to stop.

Inspirational Quote Day

Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete. If you're alive, it isn't. Richard Bach --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------



Friendship is a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more people. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, and affection and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit loyalty towards each other, often to the point of altruism. Their tastes will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in mutually helping behavior, such as exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective behaviors. Yet for many, friendship is nothing more than the trust that someone or something will not harm them.
that being said by our lovely wikipedia. let us meditate on our outbursts. I am always here. living my life. xx hair.