NPM Day14: The Me I Want to Be?

Damn boy you looking fine tonight!
I wanna tap your ass, be agressive, and slap you silly.
So let me objectify your blue eyes.
Cuz I try hard to impress, cuz your the best of the best.
So Let me be an ass about this all and suck your dick.
Straddle you, cuz I am all super forward and sexy like that.
I am gonna be all over you saying things like:
"Come up in my guts,"
or
"Zuber Zexy,"
or
"Me so horny."
Cuz I am just a forward slutty mcslut slut.
------Y/N-------
Questions, comments?

NPM Day 13: Objectivity?

Work surrounds Annie.
She calls another poet.
Failure awaits her.
Lets hope that frivolities
save her from the life which she
leads herself into each day.

NPM Day 12: Skip

Skip to my lou my darling.
Again and again the songs sing my head.

Jumping running playing pressing with the work ahead.
I want to laugh and be merry, but where for art thou respoinsibility?

Just being there doesn't mean one is actually in a place.
You must eat the pizza and soy chips and breathe.

With hopes of songs, dances, and fresh air.
I bid you adieu.

NPM Day 11: Anxiety

Attack me
all you emotions.
Assault me in my
abdomin.
Again I will die
alone.
A. Lesser Poet.

NPM Day 10: Daniel, Hayden, Ellie, Jacob, and the Dogs

Today is warm.
Like me when I am in your arms.

Stupid romatic shit,
getting my mind to act all stupid and such.

I want to hold your hand one more time.
Let me read my book in peace.

Organic foods are the best!

NPM Day 9: Lazy Poem

Clerihews are simple,
yet cute like a dimple.
I am in a rush;
my VaJJ's bout to gush!

NPM Day 8: Keeps The Doctor Away

I just ate an apple
It was terrible
There was no flavor
flavorless
The texture: grainy
It didn’t crunch it just
dissipated within my mouth
crumbling piece by piece
dry
The juices weren’t vibrant
just sweet,
And the skin didn’t rip
against my teeth
it merely bent.

Hollow, the apple felt
hollow
A state in which hallowed apples
should not exist
(this obviously not a hallowed apple)

I take a moment though and ponder
How I treated this apple
How I kept it in the pocket of my jacket
For 3 hrs
waiting to consume
I failed? It failed?
flavorless, dry, hollow

NPM Day 7: Super Sexy Song Yah for the Liberation of Livers

Lets all sing a song
A sexy sexy song
And seduce the world
With our sexiness

Labido Labido
Dingaling ling

Super Duper
Sexy Sonix Sex Sex

Orgy time Yippee Yippee
Sexy Sexy Yip Yip

Yip Yip
Like a doggy style
Yip Yip

For we have hard dicks
And wet cunts for you

Lets sing openly
And hope you come to
Join us on our quest
Of Sex
Of Life
Of Vice
Of everything!
TONIGHT bum bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bummmmmmmmmmmmm

NPM DAY 6: If an Anne, a Catherine, or Jane could TXT Henry

Part I: Instincts!
It lays there haunting
me. I don’t want to dial
him. My heavy heart.

Part II: Fantasy.
like omg! i
am so fucking in love with
this hot ass tudor

Part III: Truth?
Reality brings
me back, tugging at my heart.
Infatuation

NPM Day 5: Found Art: An In Depth Look of Moments in the Museum of the International Center for Photography or How We Can Steal With Our Minds

Port rate of a boy

“I can no longer understand the words of Hebrew without translation, except the word yeladim, which means children”

A free can youth
Port rate of sin eek

“I hear the words ‘lingering in the cognate’ spoken”

A knee grow prince
Nude see Ted honest yule
Man on ab hench
Janitor pane test ape ick sure

“I have the Jewish couple approach my personal space as they comment on how the artist was featured in the news. How the photographs were staged.”

Bow them burrs of this club
Hay angering freedom

“I only see one sports section on September 12, 2001”

Stud tea of a black man

“I walk into a room with the projector’s light shining on my face. The dark enveloping me and I am alone. I realize that no one will have the exact same moment that I did while walking in, as the train sounds in the background. I am creating my sorrow as I let my eyes take in the light from the reels of film. Spiraling, spiraling. A couple walks in and they disturb it; they didn’t feel what I felt”

NPM 4: In Reaction to Nat Iosbaker's Day 3 List

Dearest Nat
My Natty Nat
You Have Sat
On my little heart

You didn’t put me
On your list
Now I’m pissed
And emo dark

I thought your laugh
Was an epitath
To wanting me
On said list

But I guess it’s not
And I guess I got
On the down side
Down low
I’m too fucking
Stupid and slow

So just
Screw
ME
and

Yours truly,
list

NPM DAY3: Apathy and Agony

One minute
60 seconds
can I get a woot woot?


Poetry will be the death of me….

this is NOT my 3rd NPM poem, i just finally finished this one tonight after a while of working on it

I am the Ass pointing at the Elephant, or naked emperor as you so choose, in the room via Satire

So you think your puny punny mind can really comprehend this poem?
Because I should warn you…
This is a poem that you will not understand
Comprehend
Or believe
Because I am going to make it incomprehensible, inconceivable, unrealistic
To your puny punny mind

Again with the word puny
JUST SHUT UP
BECAUSE I AM THE ASS YOU AND YOU AINT THE ELEPHANT
It is above you.
Not the elephant, but the poem*,
which may be the elephant they are not mutually exclusive…

It is more than you will ever get.
I mean it is so much more
it is like you are a puppy grasping at imaginary kibbles and bits
painted into the reflection of Dick Chaney’s bald spot.

So don’t act like you know I am talking about crack
when I say it’s Iraq
because I have been raped
…raped?
...ray ay ay ay aped
Like a sun’s monkey.

So please understand,
parentheses, parentheses, parentheses
For your own good
that I am smarter than you
and can do it longer than you
and harder than you
because I own more moleskins than you
and I have been in more knife fights than you
and I have actually committed suicide.
I was just revived to tell you how stupid a
(asterisk, asterisk, asterisk
and an elephant is probably above you because elephants are really tall)
you are compared to me.

So just accept that this isn’t me being pretentious
This is you clawing for verbiage that will be able to bow in my vocabulary’s presence
Can I get an Amen?

I said can I get an Amen…

You, you, and you obviously don’t get this poem
Heave, so I can just go back to being dead

NPM DAY2: No Matter How Much Wine and Gormet Chocolates There Are in the World

rushing though art makes me sad
to be more precise rushing while looking at art
makes me sad

Why can't I enjoy the moments with the canvases,
the encostics,
the ink,
the plastic,
the oil,
and the added objects?

because the museum is closing
and because the 5 train didn't come right away
and because i went to the wrong station first
and because i wanted to delete photographs

{and while we are on teh subject of because}

Just because the D word is in my head,
it doesn't
denote
that the deed
will be done.

{now back to the subject at hand}

so the rootbeer float is consumed
on the train ride home
and the wine drunk
in the privacy
of the room
where i
wait
for
it*

*the shit

to hit
THE FAN (literally, sniff that fecal matter)

NPM DAY1: State News

i am
looking at a
pokemon addicted
jewish boy clammoring for his
fix as the cashier roles her eyes backward