Kiss a Pax Acidus poet today!

Post by **mccutcheon** » Sun Apr 28, 2002 12:45 am

April is poets month, and it is also the month of my birthday. I always thought poety was a bit Aries.

Tonight David Sedaris is reading five blocks (same street) from where I'm DJing.

h. · Post by h. » Sun Apr 28, 2002 1:31 am

I hope you trot on down there and see him!
That rules Mc.! Wish I could go.

h. · Post by h. » Sun Apr 28, 2002 1:32 am

By the way, only 15 more posts until 1000th post party time.

Post by **mccutcheon** » Sun Apr 28, 2002 10:24 pm

How many are we at now?! And thanks for the kisses Sarah!

Post by **mccutcheon** » Mon Apr 29, 2002 3:49 am

13 more posts, and Sarah is still missing in action.
Has anyone tried mailing her?

h. · Post by h. » Mon Apr 29, 2002 3:50 am

woops, did it again.
That's 12 more posts now...

<sarah> · Post by **<sarah>** » Wed May 01, 2002 2:50 am

many kisses to the poets

my brother bought a book of surrealist games.

surrealist or psuedo-surrealist game:
we wrote a really horrible poem together at a party. Everybody wrote the ending to a line that someone else had begun, without reading their beginning, and then we put them all together. It turned out debauched and meaningless. But it was good regardless because my brother doesn't see himself as a poet at all, and there he was scribbling away.

<Jack Chiefton> · Post by **<Jack Chiefton>** » Wed May 01, 2002 2:59 am

hey sarah

I once played that game by myself, and the collaboration was pathetic, and the poems ended up being pretty damn good actually. Well, time to go sauce the liver some more because it's all that makes sense.

h. · Post by h. » Wed May 01, 2002 6:07 am

I'm frickin' rejoicing cause Miss Sarah is back!Hell yeah!!!
We missed your influence. There was ugliness.
Miss Sarah diffuses all of that...
yaaay!

<sarah> · Post by **<sarah>** » Thu May 02, 2002 12:20 am

thanks h. really, really

My own ugliness can be shattering. Vanity!

I think it would be super to see some new or old, unreleased poems. In fact I think it would be fun. Who's got some?

Post by **mccutcheon** » Thu May 02, 2002 2:05 am

So where in the hell where you!?

<jack chiefton> · Post by **<jack chiefton>** » Thu May 02, 2002 3:16 am

Hey Sarah, do you believe in the nobility of arm chair poets? you know the ones who like to rip on the other poets who get their words out there and are unable or else afraid to produce their own material?

Hey Sarah, do you think females are comparable to a freshly decapitated chicken?

Hey Sarah, do you like Vin Rose? How about Rogue Dead Guy Ale? What time is it?

Hey Sarah, why are girls more confusing than a graduate course geometry proof?

Hey Sarah, Maybe you should still kidnap me. I will give you my address if you want and if the time is right, you can break down my door and tie me up and take me anywhere for that matter. I won't struggle, I will merely lay there and allow you.

Hey Sarah, are you from missouri? if so, do you know jack the bicycle man? Because I still want to bike across the country with him.

<jack chiefton> · Post by **<jack chiefton>** » Thu May 02, 2002 5:26 pm

sorry about that female crack, men could most certainly apply there as well. What do you think Sarah? Sarha????

<sarah> · Post by **<sarah>** » Fri May 03, 2002 7:45 am

hey jack,

I am easy, like sunday mornings, when it comes to poets, armchair or not. Even the wife beating cabbage frost will do if there's nothing else. I have zero scruples when it comes to my affection for poets. The only poetry I really will put down is the Jonathon Edwards (I'm not even sure if that's his name) "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" shineola -- no thanks.

Kidnapping is still on the things to do list.

I don't know Missouri Jack, which is a shame.

I live in the South. I have a love hate relationship with this place.

MC, the hate part of the relationship got the best of me; I didn't want to bring it here, and I seemed to be taking it with me everywhere. Sometimes when I can't figure a damn thing about myself out, I just need to shut the hell up.

Post by **mccutcheon** » Fri May 03, 2002 4:37 pm

Feeling Lust Again
(A poem to get Sarah in the mood)
For Amanda
By McCutcheon

You like the words I say
As we sit over drinks
You are smiling at me
In that way you have
Your radiance shines
Described as Ã¢â‚¬Ëœfuck me eyes'
Fuck me ten times for all time
Your back arches and hips swivel
Showing off womanly curves
You have natural bimbo breasts
That make God smug of himself
He did such a good job with you
And you know how to use it
Playful purring flirting winks
I tell you things and you beam
I'm thinking about how much
I want to make love to you
So I say it,
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I want to make love to you, fuck you.Ã¢â‚¬?
You answer,
Ã¢â‚¬Å“That's good, I want you inside me.Ã¢â‚¬?
You say that when we get home
You will take your clothes off
The light will not only be on
But it will glare off your bare skin
I can videotape us kissing
And still I keep on talking
I fuck with your head
To get into your pants
I can tell by your glance
How hot it would be
We hold hands under the table
In anticipation of lustful intimacy
The sweetest thing that can be
The beginning of a love story
The brown eyed girl
Who meets a blue eyed boy