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my poetry

like the artwork, there's really not a whole lot of meaning behind any of these poems. hell, there's no meaning at all. i just enjoy arranging words. i entered some of these poems into www.poetry.com [note, NOT A LINK, for reasons of my own] and several weeks later recieved a letter about them wanting to publish my poems. ah, the excitement. and then a couple days later another one came, and then another and another...and they just kept wanting to publish these different poems. so i, being the clever fox i am, catch on to the patern and decide to test it. i submit this poem, titled NAME:  "...oh how i wish i had one." that was it. and whaddaya know, a week or two later..."POETRY.COM LOVED YOUR POEM, NAME! WE WOULD LIKE TO PUBLISH IT!" so it's all a scam i tell you. don't go to poetry.com EVER. let's all boycott it. why? because... DAMN THE MAN! [save the empire.]

{yellow leaves}
{leaving ursula}
{the walls are white}
{elliot}
{reformation}
{liz wrote this}
{offsetting the umbrellas}
{a dollar a day keeps the doctor away}
{an agreeable sound}
{inside the shoebox}
{the unicorn in your room}
{broken bushes}
{an italian mother's tragedy}
{mr moon has a dream}
{glory and progress}
{sums me up at thirty three}
{unsubscribe}                                                                                                                               {professional poetry.}
{lady catherine moon}
{the seventh octave}
{the iron}
{the sound and stench of cat skulls}
{monday inside the burned house}
{amman}
{soup de jour}
{turning sideways}
{the whale}
{animal farm}
{the notebook}
{clank clank}