Jeff Thelen |
it's five oh five
five oh five and I'm late for workI should have been there at quarter to.
my alarm was set for half past,
but it went off at fifteen past four
and I decided to sleep a while.
so right now it's twenty after a quarter to five
and i'm usually on the road by half past fifteen after four.
maybe i should call in sick and sleep until ten before half past three
that way i could get up by half after ten before three and make it to the quarter to five after four meeting.
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Monday, March 29, 2004
Pancho and the Riders
Pancho and the Riderswent out for the night
looking for some trouble
and maybe a good fight
from village to village
the riders flew
so fast were their horse
their faces turned blue
the horses became rockets
and the rockets were fast
if they went by your house
you wouldn't have seen that they past
soon speeds were so great
that time travel was possible
the riders held on tight
as their limbs became lossable
forward to the past
is where they went
to visit their great grand folks
but their rockets soon morphed again
they had changed into bikes with spokes
they were in the right times
but at the wrong places
they couldn't find their grandparents
and soon had tears on their faces
the new bikes were nice
and soon the sadness past
they raced up and down some paths
but knew it wouldn't last
right the riders were
the bikes soon were gone
they had been carefully teleported
right to Pancho's front lawn
"It's time for lunch!"
came a voice from the house
and the riders ran for hunger's sake
Pancho's mom had finished making PB&J
and for dessert had a double chocolate cake
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(sorry)
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Monday, March 29, 2004
No Idea
the choices ring in my mindi don't want to think about it
avoidance is my skill
where is the job market for that
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Monday, March 22, 2004
sixteen
"the future is now"I've heard many times
"Tommorow is today"
the television chimes
but if yesterday was today
and tommorow is right now
than yesterday is tommorow
and we've lost today somehow
has everthing I'm doing now
already been done
are the things I'm to do tommorow
already begun
well if this is the case
and you think that it's right
then why are you reading this
you already read it last night
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Tuesday, March 16, 2004
today's date
poem/sred
blue
green
yellow
magenta (what color is magenta)
three
four
five
six
seven
can you call this poetry
words
crash mayonaise
donut wood nose shoe
blue blee blah black
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Monday, March 15, 2004
2004.03.12
POEMS POEMS POEMS(inspired by William Carlos Williams)
so much depends
upon
a poor college
student
worried with no
direction
in front of the humming
computer
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Dogs are stupid
slobber, breathing loudly
smelling bad
but this one is different
because I love him
because I have to
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why are these words different
how hasn't this been done before
there are no more original ideas
I'm only a boy, in a man's body
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The word has lost all meaning
it was an animal
now it desribes how i feel
have i destroyed meaning
or have I made it better
is it over used
or used just enough
sometimes this is how i feel
monkey
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Friday, March 12, 2004
Thinking is bad
I can't thinkthe drone of
NOISE
people call music
I'm not impressed
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Video Games
The death of a culture
pretending to be something your not
wasting time accomplishing nothing
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why does the world suck so bad
everybody has to have their escapes
work, drugs, video games, religion
Dang
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Monday, March 08, 2004
uhm
I am the monkeythat eats the banana
if you don't like it
close your eyes!
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Sunday, March 07, 2004
five March two-thousand and four
I like the sound of cars driving on wet pavementI want to fall asleep
The hum of the computer keeps me awake
Where are the birds
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That was the dumbest thing I've ever read
The lines didn't correlate
I know you think it's art
but I think it's dumb
How does one come up with crap like that?
random words cut from a magazine
If I wanted my time wasted
I would have watched friends
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Friday, March 05, 2004
four march two-thousand and four
The ticking clockbeats in my head
A song I have never heard
no one else hears
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What is poetry besides
beating around the bush
starting a new line where
it wouldn't normal start
saying something but
meaning something else
What is poetry besides
a loud noise
BLARING silently
a statement of
contridiction
a sentence of
oxymorons
What is poetry besides
words
in your head
eating away at your soul.
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Thursday, March 04, 2004
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