They’ve stocked the break room
with old issues of fashion and tabloid magazines
so lunchtime consisted of rice and this
oh and also some Snapple
“Snapple Real Fact: Giraffes have no vocal chords”
Another real fact is that if I hear this Dave Matthews Band
soundtrack to this water conservation movie one more time
I’m going to paper-cut my eyeball with this June 2007 Glamour
All the models are wearing glasses
lips parted and looking to the right
as Dave Matthews pumps out another faux-ballad
I think of them simultaneously shitting
in the woods in the exact same pose
and they say fashion isn’t an art
another real fact is that I have to
operate the flight simulators in 15 minutes
also my boss can’t spell
Right now
there are more fat people in museums
than Sandusky, Ohio
also lunchtime is over
that’s a real fact too
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Dance of Love
While the movie plays
I draw pictures of stick figures fighting each other
the narrator talks about sturgeon
w/ the energy of a disinterested grandfather
reading his grandson a bedtime story
Stick figure number two does a quick leg sweep
to stick figure number one
stick figure number one flips back to his feet
and responds with a roundhouse that misses
sturgeon something something
I am stick figure number one
I take it in the jaw
sturgeon eggs something something
You are stick figure number two
the narrator says something about a river
I crumple up the paper and throw it out
you smell nice
but I win
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
I draw pictures of stick figures fighting each other
the narrator talks about sturgeon
w/ the energy of a disinterested grandfather
reading his grandson a bedtime story
Stick figure number two does a quick leg sweep
to stick figure number one
stick figure number one flips back to his feet
and responds with a roundhouse that misses
sturgeon something something
I am stick figure number one
I take it in the jaw
sturgeon eggs something something
You are stick figure number two
the narrator says something about a river
I crumple up the paper and throw it out
you smell nice
but I win
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
Thursday, November 5, 2009
You Can't Win
No romance
No Italian poets screaming
Or slow sonatas for broken bones
When you see it
You'll know
It's the alley cat
And sympathy for the asshole
And it's lonesome for you right now
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
No Italian poets screaming
Or slow sonatas for broken bones
When you see it
You'll know
It's the alley cat
And sympathy for the asshole
And it's lonesome for you right now
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
Monday, November 2, 2009
new blog!
writer's block's been pretty bad lately. will get new poems up as soon as i'm out of the funk. created a new blog though: extinguishme.blogspot.com. check them shits out. link under "ribwich enthusiasts."
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