a combination of my own stream of consciousness, the words piped in through the television, words inspired by the words piped in through the television, and offhand remarks about it. try it yourself for shits and giggles!
international boat trip
solar powered context trip
big ideas for big iDollars
and sacrificial lambchops bleat
the only channel you can watch
is one that wets the sheets
it's not granddads fault
that sick green territory
nine Tuesdays in a row
brings silence as the next film starts
the the opening sequence not verbal enough
to generate words to write this poem
so be patient until...
flip
all day Thursday
live demands the Seashell three
on spike acts captain E. Emm sir
I think so too
six weeks only sure did not
go ahead will, I understand
crush the gamma 90 seconds til red
the FDA states that deeper dives
are aspirin for the soul
one, two, hundred
allergic to two-hundred
not an option anymore
see the risks of confession
thirty-eight pants, is it possible?
there's no way
pot shots, hot shot
funeral ramen stirs
high maintenance is thirty-eight
shawn graffins leg on fire
it matches slugs, and snails too
arsonistic mystery to what?
five year old phone call
wise-ass day? I'm afraid
I do as well
a plane to catch coordinates
slowly if at all
she realized contact with police
will cover up long gone
thanks for the taxi
on all new slaughter
caught on tape it sticks
flip the glitter, not the shine
those windows should be secure at nine
great rates dis service
fixes shake for free offer it details
three months club, musical refrain
things seem the way they should
hidden buttermilk in fast hydrox
and if that's a real doctor I'll eat my hat
bad weather or not, orbit the toast
theres no excuse to land
desert island in the LA stream
is thinner than the garlic ice
relax, don't slip
the fever tells
no background for locations noise
let it down and ravage time
not so far, you're not
model 750 the bigger question
who the hell is this?
Lee Aise is fair
the story bare
so feel the pain, congrats!
get where I'm coming from?
that's gonna be me!
no mass, no energy
poor favors are favors still
hurry up and talk
hello bug, let me worry
about linda's panties
flower describe grave consequence
are you still there? then go
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Stream of Television Consciousness
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Labels: Joel E., poem, stream of consciousness
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1 comment:
Quirky and cool. I like it. And a valuable writing exercise.
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