week ten

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you're wrong about kevin bacon -
punch dancing solves everything

rich curtis

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in the beginning there was summer
and summer was good
and summer was austinroryhackett

breanne chipman

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mashup: nelson mandela vs. t-pain

it is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, oh baby girl, what's your name? let me talk to you, let me buy you a drank especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. shawty what you think 'bout that, i'll be in the gray cadillac you take the front line when there is danger. then people will appreciate your leadership. we in the bed like ooh ooh ooh we in the bed like ooh ooh ooh.

chris crosby

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fear-less

last night, the devil came and planted a seed in my heart

which unexpectedly began to take root...

from one moment to the next, i suddenly found myself in a panic

for the love and healing which had carefully been planted

was now being choked by this weed of fear.

i tried to pull it out- holding on as tight as i could

but the weed was now too strong for me to pull out on my own.

"Lord," i cried, "please stand by my side,

and give me the strength to pull out this weed of fear.

and forgive me, i pray, for allowing this day,

the fear to take root in my heart."

bianca merkley

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bad boys (aka brown town)

when its late at night,
its important to look at yourself in the mirror

now, take a good hard look
and think about everything you did today

now, if you drank a bloody mary- talk about it with yourself

mention the bloody mary three times

three's the charm!
and then wait for some important self realization

chris duce

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this is what happened

i don't remember if it was thursday or saturday... probably saturday cuz that's a weekend... yeah that makes sense. k so it was last saturday (true story) and i was helping my uncle with a cub scout fundraiser breakfast. i was in it for the orange juice and then when i got there they just had that mcdonald's orange drink crap.

everything was normal and it was like any other breakfast until the webelos decided to have a pancake eating contest. i'm pretty sure that doug the thick tongan kid challenged everyone thinking he could win easy. well, whether or not he started it, doug got off to an early lead by smashing four real quick. i think most of the people watching assumed that would be unchallengeable for the rest of the eleven year olds but then (and i swear this really happened) we noticed that aaron at the edge of the table had finished five and started another.

now aaron can't weigh more than sixty pounds with his pockets full of nickels, but this shy little skinny kid never even looked up from the table until he had eaten one hundred and forty eight pancakes. i'm not even joking about this. dead serious. one hundred and forty eight pancakes and then he stood up and axe-kicked the table in half.

doug finished with six. six compared to one hundred forty eight is like a rash compared to anthrax. anthrax can kill you easy. way easier than swine flu.

austinrory hackett

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week nine

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sometimes i lie...
and sometimes i read blogs
and i write down the names of people
whose entries i don't like and then i look them up on facebook
and then i kill them...
but sometimes i lie...
sometimes.

dane cannon

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on being an inner-city pre-school teacher

i know you are full of all the rage your small body can hold
that you want to kick me in the shin and throw a handful of dirt
but you just used all your force to unfairly push down a peer of yours
no, it doesn’t matter that he was on the swing and you wanted it too.

so I need you to say you are sorry.
no, try it again, say you are sorry like you mean it.
even though you don’t, and you won’t anytime soon.
but say it like you mean it, because statistically speaking,
in a few years, you will be a parent, shoot someone,
steal something, and drop out of high school.
you are supposed to do things wrong and not feel any remorse
and go to jail where you will learn your lesson.
and you are so much better than that.
so please, I beg you, say you are sorry like you mean it,
because maybe, if I make you insincerely say
it a 1000 times, you will learn to mean it,
and your apologies and penitence
will stay right here, on the playground.

megan morton

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an ode

dang little barbie mustang
so fast so smooth
until you met your fate in wendover
where all joy rides must end
curse the world

(photo taken yesterday in wendover nv)


















myron nilsson

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a leaf that has lost its color

at least when it began to die
it had a brilliant display of color -
"going out with a bang," they'd say.

now it's just a stiff and wrinkled frame
in parts almost see-through -
hanging on for hanging on's sake.

in months past it hadn't cared about the storms,
not pausing its photosynthesis
as it was battered and bent and blown.

but today, more likely than not,
it will fall to less than a slight wind -
it will fall to a nothing.

just the passing thought of a breeze
and the holding on will seem too much,
the stem giving a final sigh as it slips.

and the branch rises an indiscernible millimeter
as it is relieved of a fifth an ounce.


i'm one of those kids

i "ruin" the carefully prepared cake
by eating it with a spoon

and pick out all the good laffy taffys,
leaving a bowl of yellows.

austinrory hackett

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i was one of the lucky ones
born with it
red stuff sitting up there on top of my head.
wavin, grabbin, teasin, and pleasin.
it's hard to get, but easy to have.
you love it, you hate it, they want it, i got it.

holly jo hackett

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neccessary

i used to cheat on my spelling tests in the first grade
and i must have been cursed for it because to this day
i still wonder every time if i am spelling 'necessary' right.

bianca merkley

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would you rather be a rapping turtle,
or a rapper who can only make turtle noises?

rory bruggeman

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don't get sassy with me

don't get sassy with me
"there are mosquitoes in here", she says

-is this bit senseless because i'm actually not that creative and so i attempt to confuse in hopes that no meaning is interpreted as meaningful and insightful?
this jib is up!
i'm so elite that i insult myself over and over.

erik fullmer

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ming song wang
noodle noodle bang

++anonymous++

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ten person bicycle

ever since i was 9 years old i have collected firearms

my only requirement for the firearms i collect is that

they are taller than me when held vertically

nothing better than a big gun

except big guns with big ammunition

you can get a lot of killing done when you have a big gun

with big bullets

and a big attitude

man i have a big attitude

the only thing better than a big gun with big bullets is

my big attitude

and a bunch of hamburger in the shape of a cat

chris duce

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pipe dreams

it came like lighting
we all cheered
even the dead danced.
and now the moment you've all been waiting for...
it was all just plastic.


acquiescence of evil

it was inside intellectual exhibitionism
and colloquial drivel.
inside draconian laws
and copious hours of work.
inside hyperbolic phrases
and vacuous chit chat.
we all saw it
and just continued on.
the devil really was in the details.
and so it shows...

ricky cheney

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shine on me

week nine is thyme
week nine is myne

nah nah dippin dah

i want to swim
i want with jim

she's a swiggin her coke and
man such a joke

why's she willy
all she wants to tilly

is about her week nine
so so fine
wish it was twine

to look so shine - ee

this is my poet tree tea
oh austybaby
enjoy and sip sip


here's the tina fey show....

my foot is an anchor and no one cares
it's sleeping
just like my heart
just like my tongue
take it away, i don't want to be down

lindsey williams

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week eight

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let's suppose for one moment that it was actually raining men.

rory bruggeman

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skull truck

my eyes are like two overweight astronauts

nobody wants to put them on a rocket

not even a really big one

i know that nobody believes me, but its extremely

disheartening

now, the only way i'm going to cheer up is if you buy

me the full house complete series collection

and its $109.99 on amazon

thats a lot of money!

the only way i'm going to be able to afford it is if i sell

a lot more plasma

and we all know that i probably shouldn't be donating anyways

because i answer no

when i should answer yes

its so easy to lie to a nurse that only gets paid like 7 dollars

an hour

chris duce

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somebody's game

. a crawling ant
moving through the endless grass field
. it climbs a plant -
a lone dandelion revealed
only to the ant's sense of feel.

. the young boy
also crawling (but smashing too)
. finds such joy
'bove the ant to see what he'll do
confronting each obstacle new.

. total power
the boy shakes the small ant off each
. conquered flower
and makes a new stronghold to breach
while coaching him with unheard speech.

. and then who knows
if some great being from on high
. or down below
is laughing, unseen to our eyes,
playing the same game with our lives.


beach #3

if life is a beach
then you must be the horses
that crap on the beach


homework

i should be working
hard on my final paper,
not writing haikus


easter

because of easter
i was completely convinced
that rabbits laid eggs


aye

somali pirates -
jack sparrows of '09.
a modern black pearl.

austinrory hackett

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just some get words

all my memories feel like dreams.
i'm tired of living in the abstract.
all my purchases are selling my soul.
i'm tired of seeing my surroundings in dollars.
all my friends have four legs,
some just use two for the ground.
all my thoughts want to be born,
just some get words.

ricky cheney

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easter brunch

will you be my dead beat boyfriend?
your baby blues and tattoos

i will be your life ceded girlfriend
my own vehicle and grad school

breanne chipman

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dear bastard who broke in,

you tried to corner me in my room. you tried to intimidate me in my house.
may the good lord show you no mercy, cause i certainly won't.

if you come again, i will open a large can of whoopass.
literally, whoopass(tm) pepper spray.

oh, as a post script, i saw your face. does that make you nervous, just a little?

never yours,

jana kopeinig

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untitled #1; or, it's got layers

"slow motion fo' may" said mc botecelli, the rapping turtle

chris crosby

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mattress

she expels the light in hopes of feeling.
in the dark she rests easy
and her feet are barely moving...
there is a basement with the mattress on the ground
its form is fit and the pillow stains are maintained by tears
and he spent his time lying at her side
but his ignorance not helping
unable to fully sense the pain she was exerting
and now the regrets that are regrettable
are useless because both their feet
refuse to move to what is needed
and each stay alone in the basement
with a mattress on the ground.

erik fullmer

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the difference between a writer and someone else

i can’t write right now.
ugh, that write next to the right,
that can not be write, I mean right.
i can not be clever write now.

i can’t write imagery right now,
i can not aid my graphite tool to evade the
blankness of the blue lined bunk-bed paper.
i am too tired to be creative.

i can’t possibly stay focused on the one topic,
of not being able to write,
not being able to communicate the sincere ideas and
unique truths that only i possess.
i am too distracted right now.

and worst of all, i do not know of a time
when i will be more clever, less tired,
less distracted.
therefore, i shall never write.

megan morton

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i wonder what it was like before this life.....
like how old was i?... and did i live in the presence
of heavenly angels?
when did my soul enter my body?... and did it travel far?
is there time between premortal life and birth? and if so -
would i have been quick enough
to push right left down up a b start?
and what if i did that,
shouldn't i technically be buddhist then?
so much to ponder

rich curtis

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dear new girl,

i dont care
that you're from austin.
it doesn't make you a badass.
i dont care
that you read watchmen before the movie came out.
the movie sucked anyways.
i dont care
that all you drink is diet coke.
i hate hearing you open it every ten minutes. stop it.
i dont care
that you have stds. gross. do not tell me that.
grow up. and keep your pants on.
i dont care
that you're pissed when i tell you what to do.
you're new. i'm not. get over it.
but i do care
that you're nice to me. thanks. keep it up.
sincerely,

anonymous

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star light star bright,
the first star i see tonight,
i wish i may, i wish i might,
but please don't let it be tonight

++anonymous++

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i dream about driving.
solely for the scenery and solitude.
i even considered a career in
trucking - a truly taxing trade.
i imagine
me, with windows wound down,
the road reaching out,
and steely dan singing to my soul.
perfection.
the lone liability of this livelihood
(that i can think through)
is how big my butt would be.

lissa kennedy

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spring cleaning

i started spring cleaning yesterday

of my room and my life.

there were three bins:

keep.

throw out.

donate.

books that i intend on reading. keep.

a circus clown trying to juggle me and another girl. throw out.

old running shirts. donate.

my retainer. throw out.

boy who gives me butterflies. keep.

notes from jr. high. throw out.

old mission clothes. donate.

an actor for a friend. throw out.

my vital organs. donate. if not needed.

mom who loves unconditionally. keep.

memory of him. want to throw out, but keep.

memory of you and me, us. keep. forever.


self assessment

i self assessed me last week.

because i desire to be happier.

happier than who, im not sure.

so i made lists.

lists of things i need to do

things i want to do

and things i need to stop

there were different areas of focus

physical

mental

spiritual

emotional

social

each area had sub categories

the lists grew and grew.

i felt overwhelmed.

i had so much to do,

so much to change.

the lists were all i thought about.

i kept adding to the list.

changing the list.

every time i saw someone

who seemed happier than i

i assessed them,

then assessed the list.

i didn't know where to stop

or start.

i hated the list.

then one day i went to add to the list

i couldn't find it. nowhere. gone.

i couldn't remember all the areas and categories

that i needed to change

and all of a sudden i felt so much

happier.

aly cain

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the unknown

sometimes a panic washes over me...
that in 6 months, who knows where i'll be.
graduation is coming in just a few weeks,
and a new chapter begins of endless possibilities.

bianca merkely

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week seven

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sue

i fell out of your tree can cut open my leg;
i slept at your house every birthday eve;
your basement terrified me.
my drawings of yin-yangs and soccer balls were still up
in your vacant home
the night you fell.
i wasn't there to comfort you,
like you were for me.
you used to cut comics out of the paper,
but only the wittiest.
i can't believe i used to love your repugnant
tuna/cheezewhiz sandwiches.
i'd eat one right now though to have you back.
i'd stomach twenty of them to see you for an hour.
please god.
let me be twelve, let me have my embarrassing bull-cut,
let me go to the park with her.
we'd go to the rocket park
and the one with the long slide.
i'd sleep over and let you tuck me in.
i'd play on the swings over the ditch for hours
until you called me in for dinner,
standing at the door in your white velcro shoes.
please god.
let me slip through a chasm in time
from this zeitgeist of malaise
for one ephemeral visit
to that place unadulterated.
please god.

ricky cheney

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4/1/09 haiku

fake gmail accounts
serve for the creation of
many april fools


when i'm a doctor...

april 1st, 2023: hello mr maxwell. my name is doctor hackett. i'm sorry to write you at such short notice, but we have a dire emergency. your sister is here in the emergency room in utah, and she has a rapidly progressing disease that requires a kidney transplant. we have reviewed your family history and found that your precise blood match makes you the best donor candidate. since time is short, we ask you to please go immediately to your local emergency room and have them remove one of your kidneys and life flight it on ice here to salt lake city. your rapid cooperation is essential to the well-being of your dear sister. you are a brave man, mr maxwell. we thank and applaud you.

april 2nd, 2023: hello mr maxwell. april fools! enclosed is your kidney.

austinrory hackett

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freedom

freedom, freedom
sometimes i wish that freedom would tell me what to say
and point me int he direction that i have to take
i guess that's the price you pay for freedom, freedom

liberty, liberty
sometimes i wish that she would force me to go the right way
so if i made a mistake, i'd have her to blame
guess that's the price you pay for liberty, liberty

bianca merkley

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love at first sight

i suppose its possible.
but i'm not holding my breath.

sara thomas

_________________________________________

eek

i thought that there twisted in thought
was why wrinkles
could come
about as i asked anything and all about a
long lived lovely ludicrous lucky lustful life...

erik fullmer

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my best friend is an anorexic cyclops

on tuesdays i walk to the wash hut
completely undressed
on wednesdays i walk to in the venue
alongside carter as he rides his bike
on saturdays i make out with my ex girlfriend
in washington
i think i would do anything to make out with a girl
the only thing better than making out with girls is this

chris duce

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i was driving home late at night and i was stopped by a red light. i looked both ways and there was nothing else for miles. the crosswalk signal changed and a dog crossed the road. What kind of dog uses the crosswalk? as he passed he looked at me like I was crazy, so i yelled that he was the crazy one!


















jimmy bunting (submitted by myron)

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just a reminder

i got a reminder this week.
it was just one reminder
but it reminded me of a lot.
it reminded me to buy tampons.
which reminded me that i have no money.
that reminded me to get a job.
it reminded me of my level of pain tolerance.
that reminded me to take pain killers.
they make my stomach hurt if i don't ear
so it reminded me to eat.
it reminded me that when i eat
it makes me sick in every way possible.
that reminded me to take pepto and pain killers.
it reminded me to get the heating pad out.
that i am dependent on it for some form of relief.
it reminded me that i have a sex.
that i am different than those business men.
it reminded me that
in this world of equality
that i am not equal, i am superior
i have to be reminded every month
that i possess more power than they ever will
it reminded me that i can create life,
once i remembered that
i forgot all the rest

aly cain

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week six

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...someday the ice will melt to reveal its dead.

regan fred johnson

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they say that time plays upon the seasons with god at its helm
others say that winter's fate is controlled by a groundhog.
i'm going to go with my instincts on this one.
punxsutawney phil, you rascal you.

rich curtis

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dictionary.com blues, march 22-29

it is feckless to us to feign a velleity of meeting, continuously avoiding propinquity and pithy talk. osculation is its own thaumaturgy, and we are changed. get over it.

chris crosby

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indie

the new vintage is 'future'...
american apparel is the future abercrombie & fitch...hipsters are beggining to scoff...
anorexic is the new indie...
bi is the new indie...
making fun of indie is the new indie.

erik fullmer

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dear conceited coworker,

just because i called you out on being an obvious creep who does chin-ups in our office doorways, eats nothing but eggwhites, color codes his work-out work attire (i believe today is purple?), and hits on every person with boobs in this office, does not mean that you have to cry in your pants and ignore me. or maybe it does. i don't really miss your one-liners.

sincerely,

anonymous

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i wonder who decided that those big inflatable balloons that don't really resemble humans "dancing" were genius marketing tools.
i wonder how much of a car dealership's budget is devoted to them. i wonder how much money any one person has made off of them. seriously.

sara thomas

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one call, that's all

once a week i end up in the bathroom in the middle of the night
on the phone
with my attorney
and i'm like, "i'll sue you."
and he's all like, "you can't sue me. i'm your father."
and i'm all like, "well then give me back my childhood!"
and then he reminds me that he was a stay at home dad and we did everything together while i was growing up
and when i get off the phone
i go back to bed, but it's not the same
cause i can't seem to find that comfortable spot i was in
before i needed to make that phone call
and the drool on my pillow case
is already cold and gross to lay on.
i miss college.

chris duce

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homage to the dubious

exogenous, androgynous me.
the hair in the sink alone is self-evident.
"of what?"
get over yourself. you're just a hoax, your wit
an insidious malady.
remember that rather poignant slap in the face?
your own brother.
"i detest all that is paltry, all that is cruel."
just how auspicious or ominous were the tears?
through osmosis
i've become what i hate.
i don't need another remedy.
don't cure me.
there is no paragon,
no panacea.
i need no savior, no rescue boat.
the storm is never as voracious
as its campaign declares.
"and if?"
if i drown before i wake, i pray the lord
my soul to.. to..
to free.

ricky cheney

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yeah right

lauren swainston

_________________________________________

whatever

colin pinegar

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this week; or, the anti-cancun

5 days of school
workworkwork
7 hour mcat prep class
no babes
spring break '09!!!!!!!


it ended quietly

he always imagined saying something memorable at the end,
something that his children would carry with them
and repeat to their children in a bedside moment.

but instead, the last thing he did before he died
was notice the leaves outside his window,
and how when the wind blew

they would cross back and forth over a beam of light
that hit his wall through a slit in the curtain
and make a bright spot fade in and out.

"it's like morse code,"
he thought to himself...


two new haikus for you

visit

why are you surprised?
i've been talking of coming.
well, never out loud...


first thing

save some juice for me -
i need it in the morning
to kill the sleep taste.

austinrory hackett

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miss spelled

i am lying here in beded in my pillows.
i think i sea a see monster.
here it? their it is, the water.
ewe, just missed her tale.
know, i was wrong.
you aren't hear.
no eye
can't see i
lost what i had with you.
you tolled me
no, your leaving.
now. i'm back.
and see monsters.
i maid it up.
to get you to
here.
to sea.
that i like
you steal
my heart.
this is what i put myself
threw out the night.
tired of playing this
role over and try to sleep.

aly cain

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week five

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minor course corrections

perhaps there are some things better left unsaid.
"i have to paint you" is one of them.


systemic symphony

oh what spirit of anatomic vernacular!
nervous and his wit!
cardiovascular, oh what rhythm!
pituitary and her dews from heaven!
skeletal, what poise!
muscular, etched from the artisan's chisel!
integumentary and its legions of follicles!
lymphatic, less known but still very important
and digestive.... oh digestive
the ugly duckling that brings energy to all!

rich curtis

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palinopsia; or, i have worm poison in my brain

a worm put a toxin on my optic nerve -
which really is not much trouble,
cuz instead of hurting some crucial bit,
it just makes me see things double.

each stimulus that hits my eye
sends two signals to my brain.
the second is much weaker, though -
its image is rather faint.

it doesn't bother me any more,
(my worm-induced mind antic)
and in fact i've come to realize
that it can be romantic.

cuz when you walk by a normal guy
his one look must suffice,
but when your face crosses my view,
i get to see it twice.

austinrory hackett

editor's note: i really did get palinopsia in paraguay, and will have it my whole life

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involuntary assisted suicide

driving down the highway
good music and my mom's car
someone following too close.
there is something in my lane.
a quail.
it's a quail.
i think he is staring at me.
walking towards me. why?
move. please move.
i knew it was either his tail
or mine.
i used to think that fingernails
on a chalkboard was the worst sound.
not anymore.

aly cain

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i would give the world

neruda and saadi
to melt an angry heart

lindsay lark
to show a genuine soul

rock 'n roll
to displace restless fear


a silly love poem

they saw each other in a small cafe,
she sketched his image and he looked away.
her strokes 'came more desperate,
and he less perceptive,
as she loved from afar
and he kept it at bay.

jana kopeinig

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i have a.d.d.

email sarah about cd...
get distracted with email from sister...
post a comment on family blog while at it...
read the elite no-caps writing blog...
look up the meaning of coagulation...
re-read austin's email...
make first post on elite no-caps writing blog...
go back to finishing email to sarah about cd two hours later.

bianca merkley

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more

recently i have wanted to pray more.
not just more often but more deeply.
more heartfelt.
more of me.

so i was praying and praying -
releasing all of my thoughts in my head.
the ones that had been there for a long time and the ones
that had just arrived.

and i was praying and praying
and it felt so good.
then before i could stop myself,
i said the word "damn"

and i stopped.
and i was quiet.
then i kept praying because i knew
god was still listening

megan morton

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two ships, it's dark

it's a grip of one side
and a single mind refuses
to aim for balance
and as these ships pass in the dark
the weight of one side causes us to sink
and we look up with hateful eyes
waving a fist full of disgust
and before we realize we're dead
we remember how right we are.
so our refusal to meditate
and our persistence of hate
will not be a legacy remembered,
but just another
sunken ship forgotten on the ocean floor.

erik fullmer

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kitty glitter

right now i'm in vegas
but i forgot to bring a shirt
so none of these damn buffets will serve me
but the women will.
i'm the sexiest thing in vegas.










chris duce

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as a fan of the biggest loser, i wonder if these enormously obese people really understand what they are doing. in the course of a few months they divide their person by 3. in other words, what was once three people is now one person. i wonder if they have phantom limb syndrome where they go to scratch a portion of their abdomen and it's not there anymore.

dave anderson

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when i'm at work, i often say out loud, "i'm going to shoot myself in the head." when i said it today i realized how gross that would be. really messy.

when i go in public bathrooms and there is someone sitting in their stall waiting for me to leave so they can poop alone i want to say, "listen, i don't mind if i hear you poop. everyone poops." but instead i just take my dear sweet time so they have to hold it even longer.

i watched man on wire. i think phillipe petit is an arrogant butthole. i just looked up how to spell arrogant.

anonymous

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laziness: a case study

human hungers

human approaches large plastic bag full of rolls

human observes separation between hand and roll by plastic

human perceives twist tie concealment device

human contemplates intellectual and temporal sacrifice of operating and conquering intricate twist tie concealment device

human alternatively impales plastic bag with fist

human retrieves roll

human rejoices

bradley call barth

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i have never wanted something so bad
and been so far away from having it

++anonymous++

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jimminy cricket

i'd like to think
that everything happens for a reason

that serendipity is a true principle

that love at first sight
isn't something people lie about

that angels do get their wings
at the sound of a bell

that when someone says, i love you,
they really do

that my dreams tell the future

that eyelashes, wishing well pennies,
birthday candles, first star i see tonight,
really grant wishes

that fairies die
when someone stops believing

i'd like to believe
but i've recently stepped on my cricket

trav clark

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communication is contingent upon branching these empty/full expanses through words or physical projections.

lauren swainston

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puddle of love

one year i never missed a single day of school.
on wet days we feared the dangerous tricking pools.
so class stayed in and we sat on our floor,
silently tossed a ball while outside it poured.

on the bus ride home i sat behind my crush
enjoying the storm, watching the grass turn to mush
i opened the window and she started to laugh
as water squeezed through the crack and pelted my lap.

i smiled while the bus gracefully slid to my stop
there my brother waited to save me from the drops.
my friends ran with backpacks over their heads
as my brother started the car, turned to me and said...

watch this.

the car took off before i could buckle
my brother grinned and aimed for the puddle.
my poor little heart broke knowing i could not save
my one true love from a tidal wave.

myron nilsson

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footloose. 2009 for all you suckas

this week
i longed for a peek
at what is ahead,
spent too little time in bed.
celebrated my heritage with a keg,
of which we're still polishing off the dregs
(this is the remix y'all, this is the remix)
ate overrated pizza friday, and that's about it,
saturday dropped fire down a bottomless pit,
(ooooh shorty, drop it like fire down a bottomless pit, shorty)

chris crosby

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usurp and abdicate

we's can't pay no risin' mortgage
we ain't gunna toil n'more
we don't understand no credit, no numbers, no recession
we does understands dat we wurk!
ya they's got figures in accounts n' fast cars,
well we's got's numbers. we is numbers!
we's fast too n'stronga den dollas.
we's jus' waitin fur wall street tuh burn,
we's waitin fur their accounts tuh drain.
we's ain't gunna rule aftuh
we ain't no vanguard
we's not elite
we is you.
we's gunna take power then deestroy it.
we's all really duh same ya know,
we is just you.


euphemism isms

i'll trade you one
capitalism and one neo-liberalism
for one real-equal-opportunity-ism
and one feed-the-whole-world-ism.
deal?

ricky cheney

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week four

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(1) notification

no new friend
not a tagged photo
no group or party invite
one new message.

today facebook told me that my friend had died.
and this time there was no decline button.

megan morton

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frustration

around around in circles it goes.
an outward expression of inner discontent.
giving the tip a lick might do the trick
but the empty circles continue.
my frenzied wrist could use a rest
and while cursing bic i must attest
that this pen sucks!

richard curtis

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haiku pick-up lines

i have the high score
on all my friends' iphone games.
you wanna go out?


i guarantee that
i'm better than your boyfriend
at everything.


hey - you're that one girl
i follow ev'ry tuesday
between my classes.


hello. my name is
austin and i'm pretty sure
you have the best face.


i already know
ev'rything you like to do.
i facebooklove you.

austinrory hackett

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brad barth

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addiction

not to be aided but i'm dependent
not to be able to break away from these carcinogens
something is beating in my body
and my clock says it's time
in the night is when i'm vulnerable
in the dark is when i trip
and i don't know when this fall will end.

erik fullmer

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chase mcmillan has a funny name

ace mc-killin', star ship commander,
space mc-thrillin' cosmic ladies,
sack rac on the mc-hillin'
disgraced by mc-pill-poppin,
base mc-stealin'
mason jar mc-dill picklin'

chris crosby

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of a certian age

i contemplate my situation
how better to describe - stagnation or coagulation?

experience and daydreams slow down
still here, but few and farther between

sara thomas

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rory bruggeman

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i've started trying to convince some people that post postings in the missed connections on craigslist that i'm their actual missed connection... it's kind of boring... people aren't as open to their posts being open to interpretation as one might expect.

mainly i just have fun googling them and seeing what type of person actually postst there... in case you're wondering what type of person does post on the missed connections, it's this type of person: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0769901/

i briefly considered asking her for a job.

dane cannon

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memory-ism

my roommate has a clock
on which is engraved,
life is not measured by minutes,
but by memories.

this is offensive to old human beings
who have a lot of minutes
under their belt
but struggle with memory.

be more sensitive.
bigot.
xenophobe.
memory-ist!

ricky cheney

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2 months 2 go

two of my best friends are getting married
and one of them has been doing a lot of sit-ups
so that he can be really buff for his wedding night.
little does he know that his fiance likes a little bit
of a chubby stomach
and each sit up buries him even deeper
in a hole of disappointment
and a lot of dvd watching
on their honeymoon.

chris duce

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mushrash
mustache
must stash
mus tash
my stash
musk ash

mustachio

++anonymous++

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