From way back in The Lifted Brow No. 5. See 157 people discussing these poems at HTML Giant.
sometimes i’ll start thinking about sex then start thinking about eating too much chinese food
sometimes when i’m having sex i feel like i’m in a space shuttle
moving between two planets that aren’t earth
like from jupiter to saturn or venus to mars
sometimes i feel like i’m fishing with my dad
late in the afternoon in florida
on the pier at cocoa beach
i almost never know exactly what song to listen to
i’m laying on my back
the macbook is on me
my head is lifted off the pilates mat
is this exercise, what kind of exercise
like, can muscles get bigger through this
or does it just ‘burn calories’
it is 2009, m.i.a. is 33
m.i.a. is almost 40
listening to ‘paper planes’ on youtube
keep thinking she’s saying ‘suck my dick’
or ‘i’ll suck your dick’ or something
just keep hearing that
feeling so lost, is she saying ‘nigger’ in this song
feels like i can’t hear anything
an easy way to eat a lot of calories is to eat a block of cheese
something happened around 2 p.m. and i felt really bad
i began ‘an extremely vague, kind of funny’ process to make myself feel better
near 14th street and 3rd avenue i felt that i was ‘failing’ ‘a lot’
i felt my head, like, swivelling, in the air, sort of away from you
and my body sort of twisting, halfway, into sunlight
there were no clouds and it was maybe 65 degrees
the ‘classic image’ of a fisherman wrestling a tuna into submission on the deck of a boat
i held you one time like a fisherman holding a tuna
you were lying on your back on top of me
i was lying on my back on top of my bed
you were sort of ‘flopping around’
i thought about a large, smooth tuna trying to get away from me
later i saw your legs suddenly moving around a lot in the air
i thought ‘damn’ and had images of spiders and felt nervous
i thought about you climbing diagonally across my walls and ceiling
i see cupcakes exploding
i see myself laughing a lot
and cupcakes exploding
then something dangerous happens
my face panics a lot
and i get cut really badly
i feel weird, like my favorite book is a novelisation of ‘metroid’
i feel like giving my penis papercuts
but i keep seeing a cupcake where my penis should be
and then i see myself ‘buttering’ some kind of ‘english muffin’
and then i see, like, a ‘really lightweight, handsome dog’
i’m on pg. 170 of ‘on the road’
lying on my pilates mat
talking on gmail chat
everything seems okay
like a romantic comedy
suddenly i feel like eating ten cupcakes
and drinking 2-4 beers while crying a lot
i felt happy without drinking coffee today
i looked at a girl and thought ‘would i date her’
and thought ‘yes’ and felt happy and surprised
then i thought about girls i wouldn’t date and felt nervous
then i looked at a girl and thought ‘no, i wouldn’t date her’
and felt happy again and not nervous anymore
i also felt happy after thinking ‘ramen’ at one point today
sometimes my low self-esteem feels like a giant toy poodle
i was walking on the street behind nyu’s library
it was cloudy, i was thinking about a girl
my heart felt like a non-organic potato
with root things starting to grow out of it
i started thinking about my dad
i feel emotional when my dad is in certain situations
when he is trying to talk to me and i don’t acknowledge him
when he is talking to someone that doesn’t like him
one time we ‘rolled’ a wheelchair person’s house
a teacher at our school was dying
he had a disease or something
he went around campus in a wheelchair
students hated him for some reason
he wasn’t even mean or anything
i threw a lot of eggs at his house
after it happened i learned whose house it was
i laughed a lot i think
i think i said ‘why’ or something
sometimes i feel like another person is ‘insane’
i view their behaviour and it seems very insane
it doesn’t seem sexy or something
it just seems depressing and like there is ‘evil’ in the world
i don’t think they are ‘normal’ or something
i value a person being tactful and consistent or something like that
