Sloppy when angryA Poem by Jean-Pierre GarciaAfter two drinks with roommates
I tear at the night
drip drop with a pallet knife useful in its uselessness when it come to art I write in a flourish to hide typing drop drip pounds on-a key board Pouring ink instead of rain into the ducts, no tape above my cheek I can feel the beating of my heart through the couch with you so closely apart thoroughly throbbing in the base of my skull, neck, and back pumping through buttered popcorn: cholesterol What is so wrong with engineering paper resources at hand even making something that the dutchman refuses Having the ability to make the most of anything with charts of pie and bar graphs of bars Designing ideas on whatever scrap manner, method that you can pool together physically -literally they just stared at me in disbelief that I even knew where the paper was. Stupid really Its on my desk glowing zombie green I cut into it after sketching making it a chaotically beautiful mess I wanted to get a picture of the gang I was asked why and replied that photo-taking and marking the moment of the hang is what I do unbelieving the anomaly of the scene
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Added on January 16, 2011 Last Updated on January 16, 2011 AuthorJean-Pierre GarciaSeattle, WAAboutI'm a gnomic meanderer. I have just the right amount of neuroticism to lock myself in my room to write, but somehow have faked myself out of it by writing on the go or for the student newspaper I wo.. more..Writing
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