Lee's Incoherent Rambling and Random Thoughts

A POEM CALLED I WAS MAD AT CAMDEN
(courtesy of jeff's archived email)
> camden camden
> little boy
> didn't like to be a toy
> played and looked at by a girl
> broken down
> into the ground
> never to be found again
> only later to be called a friend
> wishes i never said yes
> and saved him all of this shit
> not knowing that when i quit
> i was saving him time and effort
> wasted on a girl like me
> who drowns her sorrows in a pool of glee
> and whose only asset is her mind
> noone knows what they will find
> a guy who likes me must be blind
> but those guys are soon declined
> for her mind is too over-inflated
> just look at the bitch who's been created
> heartless and cold
> she's always been told
> maybe she's only trapped
> in an image created for her
> her past was such a blur
> she got labeled without a word
> 
> thankyou
> and
> goodnight.
> (late 2001)

A POEM CALLED:
PANCAKES SUCK
 
Pancakes are
squished
flat like a bug on my windshield glass.
They struggle then SPLAT on the glass
or SIZZLE on the pan.
Theyre burned for nothing
and it just isn't fair.
The sun reflects in my shiny hair and
burns my fair scalp.
SIZZLE SIZZLE
for no damn reason
Its an act of treason
I tell you.
Look up Look out Look up
Fill my half empty cup
Please.
I will ease the burden and pain
Like a green big dragon almost slain.
OUCH
I'm almost like my mother and
I'll never be a father
Thank goodness
And also
I'll never be a pancake
Squished for nothing
Never!

SANDWICH SONG (my favorite kind of sandwich)(also my favorite kind of drink, now)
(better with the hand motions, ask me sometime)
Me and my stupid ass sandwich
Ridin' down the highway of bread
Pickin' up a turkey hitch hiker
and smushing out his mustard guts.
Me and my stupid ass glass
Wading in a river of milk
Choppin' up some chocolate fish
And shoving in a jagged straw

HYPOCRITES
Those killers are killing our right to choose;
They're murdering our free will.
How dare they shout democracy
While signing the pro-life bill.


September 11th, 2001
The twin towers toppled
The pentagon was punctured
I'm sitting here wondering why
So many innocent were forced to die
They didn't have to
"Second Pearl Harbor"
"Biggest terrorist attack"
We're never going back
To the way it was 
Before the explosions
Damn Osama and his crazy-ass notions.

Night Time Killer (inspired by a crazy nightmare I had once)(written 8-30-00)
The killer inside me slashes guts
and sprays pink string.
He keeps on killing
Till the last one's gone
and doesnt ever go away;
Not even when you choke him till his spine snaps,
Not even when you bash his skull in
till the carpet beneath him is red and brain-filled.
He keeps on living
Forever haunting
Always smiling and blonde.

Summer in Sea Isle
(written March 1999)
You took a hundred steps
    South from Houston
Ran down the road.
The row of houses--2 stories--
    Made from wood.
Flowers in fields,  hundreds of waves.
We lay in our hammocks
    Talking half the day
Wind blowing in our hair   summer ocean rain.
Next morning I went with you as far as the park.
Shared our broken umbrella--the rain across the swings.
You on the seesaw
    Laughing in the wind.
Waving a last goodbye    half hidden in exhaust,
Me back to my ocean    and far, far north.