Poetry competition CLOSED 31st March 2015 8:04pm
WINNER
johnrot
johnrot
RUNNER-UP:
lanooz
To Bukowski ...
Anonymous
wow! didn't expect to come anywhere near on this one. thanks so much for the nod. congrats johnrot and all the other poets as well. well done.
Congrats to a brotha, JR, [wherever you are], always great to be facing-off wih you. Well done to the runners up, DevineS. and lanooz, and to all the poets who had a crack at this comp, there were a lot of quality entries, so well done everyone.
Lobo, thanks for hosting and for the nod, I was stoked with what I churned out, so cheers brotha. [raises the watermelon, pear, lime and LSA smoothie.]
Lobo, thanks for hosting and for the nod, I was stoked with what I churned out, so cheers brotha. [raises the watermelon, pear, lime and LSA smoothie.]
Anonymous
Yea JR!!!
hey just saw this award after coming home a min ago....it was all jail scribed walls,blank bible page and comensary sheet writes about bullshit blame in the meantime.flattered lobo,thank you man. congrats to runners up and to all participants...
These days I only seem to read
shit.
Easy things like:
magazine articles that show me how many crunches
I have to do before breakfast,
to get a body that perfectly matches my vibrant and youthful personality
which I gained from reading
articles about the best way to meditate
and how if I'm thinking about meditating I'm doing it
wrong
and how thinking about anything at all
isn't what beautiful people do,
what beautiful people do is,
talk about how ugly all the other beautiful people are.
That's how to make friends;
act like you've got something they don't.
But I don't know what's valuable anymore since
I only read shit.
I only find time to read anything worthwhile,
on the toilet.
Once I got powerful diarrhea from eating some bad prawns
after reading a magazine article about detox.
I sat on the toilet for four days,
I read Satre, Camus, Balzac, Tolstoy.
I emerged cultured and carrying a poignant sense of the intricacies of human relationships.
Then I read a magazine article that told me that people who think about the intricacies of human relationships are really fucking boring at parties.
So I went back to reading shit,
even on the toilet.
My abdominal muscles are strong as a silent mountain,
my mind is as clear as a cascading waterfall.
shit.
Easy things like:
magazine articles that show me how many crunches
I have to do before breakfast,
to get a body that perfectly matches my vibrant and youthful personality
which I gained from reading
articles about the best way to meditate
and how if I'm thinking about meditating I'm doing it
wrong
and how thinking about anything at all
isn't what beautiful people do,
what beautiful people do is,
talk about how ugly all the other beautiful people are.
That's how to make friends;
act like you've got something they don't.
But I don't know what's valuable anymore since
I only read shit.
I only find time to read anything worthwhile,
on the toilet.
Once I got powerful diarrhea from eating some bad prawns
after reading a magazine article about detox.
I sat on the toilet for four days,
I read Satre, Camus, Balzac, Tolstoy.
I emerged cultured and carrying a poignant sense of the intricacies of human relationships.
Then I read a magazine article that told me that people who think about the intricacies of human relationships are really fucking boring at parties.
So I went back to reading shit,
even on the toilet.
My abdominal muscles are strong as a silent mountain,
my mind is as clear as a cascading waterfall.
Hank, he fucking got it
that poet curse
that thing that keeps you up at night
and you know you have to write, or blow your brains out from boredom
see it's a cathartic release
free form, prose, call it whatever
it's honesty in ink
just write, don't think
and drink, fuckers, drink!
make pretentious beatnik hipsters
and New York elitists gasp in shock
with your words
cause in the words of the man himself
"as the spirit wanes, the form appears"
that poet curse
that thing that keeps you up at night
and you know you have to write, or blow your brains out from boredom
see it's a cathartic release
free form, prose, call it whatever
it's honesty in ink
just write, don't think
and drink, fuckers, drink!
make pretentious beatnik hipsters
and New York elitists gasp in shock
with your words
cause in the words of the man himself
"as the spirit wanes, the form appears"
