So I lost stuff. This is no loss to the arts, but I wish I'd had some wisdom and saved some of it. All that's left is the front page, and hundreds of my incomprehensible, multi-thought-threaded, "what the fuck is she saying" posts are gone. I salvaged a few poems from the front page. These aren't worth publishing and aren't up to par with those who write here, but wtf... I feel armored with the immunity of time.

On A Good Day

On a good day she's misunderstood
On a good day she has to explain

~ White is Yellow
~ Green is Orange
~ This is how the colors run

On a good day, there are many words

On a bad day, anger flashes
black to blue, white skin turns to color
Split lips turn a wordy defense
into red sprays of incoherent cries
The Red beats Beast into Bull
and drunk with the orange flame,
there are no mistakes

It was a bad day,
and thick with reds
she just wished to be misunderstood


2006

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Really sad to hear of your blog loss.

But, thank goodness you salvaged these...This poem is great. Your imagery is powerful...this particularly hit me:



And that carried until the end. Along with your other piece I was pretty taken aback...
I had no idea...

thanks. this isn't that good a poem and took about uh... 10 minutes maybe.

i have a ton of bad poetry and i won't post it. i think... i don't know why i posted this really. maybe because i looked for the blog, saw it was gone and used the archive to find it.

oh well. i had a number of subscribers back when i was active. i got a lot of hits from the outside... maybe from around here, i don't know. it was a deeply self involved blog about introspective uh, meaningless hmmm... plays on words and ideas. it was rather egotistical and bizarre.

in other words, it was bullshit. bullshit with readers.

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