There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren’t green. The people weren’t clean. They all forgot their dreams and no one could sleep. Not even sheep, could make them dream. They all had forgot there… [Read more…]
October 26, 2011
My Aunt Sue died last night Haven’t been feeling right since, Cause if God controls everything Then why does he let us call it quits, Or let lungs and limbs stop defending off poison in the body, drink too much coffee Blood pressure goes up, too much caffeine and nicotine in the blood And your… [Read more…]
October 11, 2011
This begins now. I feel good again, its been a long time. Poets, artists lets reconvene, and put life back in to ODDBALL MAGAZINE. I’ve been depressed I’ll admit it, kind of hard when you have mental illness. But I’m back and I hope you are too. So lets build this thing together. Im on… [Read more…]
August 11, 2011
when I write, I try to be the best, like the quest Im on, to be sure shot and head strong, to kick flows like nothing you ever heard on the radio To see the sites, while I still can move, every night I stand on the stage, and prove it to you, that poetry… [Read more…]
July 18, 2011
Oddball 4 j-sun w/ luv on the night Jason went crazy we lived in a yellow house filled with j names jen and jake who loved each other madly!!!! jen threw an ashtray at his head once and I had to call 911 because I thought he was having seizures, who was faking but still… [Read more…]
July 2, 2011
The Giving Tree Eloise was a tree. She grew tall and strong and green feet roots sprouted leg trunks sprouted branch body and branch arms sprouted leaf head and hair. Eloise was a tree. James was a woodpecker, He visited her on Sundays when it didn’t rain and ate bugs off her skin and ran… [Read more…]
June 25, 2011
“Afghan Den” Crumpled sheets of foil rot in the sunlight, tucked in concrete corners of an old culture center by hands and eyes that shield. The camera flash illuminates the clouded minds, groups of squatting, dirt-filled men who cough and mutter. They see things I don’t, but have before: the indescribable illusion, comfort like the… [Read more…]
June 7, 2011
Walt, Can you save a sinner…with a swear jar? Look we all see the world in two degrees, One that sees the world as what it is, And what we think it should be And then another part that seems more like What I see, a world of prayer and profanity My dad… [Read more…]
June 5, 2011
1 Arise! The sun and anew A nude day new year, aborning; new man Made aboriginal in the Lord; noon day today Flesh which was dead Abased, compost, compass calender Look to the aortic apex like aquatic In primordial providence Shaped of clay Affirmed aerate of Abba, Pater 2 Bred-in-the-bone, a dad Breathy song, absent… [Read more…]
May 30, 2011
Fast to say finish Please let me go away, to another place. Where the fire melts the fear away, And the warm water is flowing blue and green, Where the fat falls of the bone, And makes a dream sing. They say, fast under the breath— That this world you live in, and the way… [Read more…]
December 25, 2011
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