Copper Napoleon (919 hits)
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Submitted by JD Lavender <JDLavender.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-05-11 14:22:00 EDT
Copper Napoleon
I don't mind the rain
I don't mind the rain
I don't mind the rain
I don't mind her rain...
She--the City.
I've given you all and now you want nothing.
All prophecy and apples, blackmagic poetry--
Her soldiers of poverty
Her unhappy children and breadlines,
Her neon corners.
Her machinery is too much for me.
All night whiskey cafe.
I got the fear and now I fear nothing.
Naked in naked spaces,
She tied me down to her naked streets.
All protest and erotica,
Beat orgasms
That leave you shaking when she--the City--
All Barbie tits and Playboy ass
Knocks the candle over.
I want the last hour back.
To get up and out
Run away from your thesis.
In her streets--we burned a Bible.
Revelations and fireworks set free
Across the factory rust sky.
Van Gough's ear is in the mail. Let's trade caskets.
I'm thinking:
Three stops from now
I'm gonna take my voice to the ocean
And drown it in the tide of
Versace breasts and Mercedes raincoats.
Spoke too soon. Homeless guy sings a homeless tune
Desert broke and smokeless too.
A trashy eulogy.
It's not the drunks he's afraid of
It's the cellphone children.
12 steps up to sunlight
And cancer. Roll by fascist Joe,
Beer bellied brains--
Questionable women.
In amphetamine jungles,
The divinity needle points west.
Wild wine and saxophone mist. Diamond eyes.
The piano man stretches his sling shot fingers
But dreams don't last--
A five hundred sun warning:
The City--
I am her albino child in a cloudless desert.
Her blue collar infantry.
Her morphine poet.
Her only alibi.
The dimple on a devilish grin.
Her outcast ocean.
Her sidewalk prophecy.
Her empty pocket.
Her broken bus stop
Ticker tape parade.
Forget your copper Napoleon--
Her heart is concrete and stones.
Her artists drink turpentine
And puke literature.
Forget your golden fleece Arcadia--
Her money street kidnaps dreamers
And spits rape across the canvas.
Her dance floor
A swelling rebellion.
Her six feet silence
And dead pedestrians.
The City--
I am her three second love affair.
Her machinery is too much for me.
She--the City.
I've given her all
And now she wants nothing.
Washed my blood out with the blood of a thousand others.
All sarcasm and promises. Broken people searching for the pieces of themselves.
I'm tied to her battery. Tied down to her naked streets.
Her machinery is too much for me.
She tried to make me a saint.
User Reviews
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-04-04 03:37:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by GhostWriter (user info) at 2005-01-24 20:15:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2005-01-24 19:17:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Beatnik!!
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2005-01-24 19:15:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Beyond good.
Submitted by WiKi (user info) at 2005-01-07 18:54:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
But, of course.
Submitted by Jocko_Johnson (user info) at 2005-01-04 01:04:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
busted. sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Submitted by WiKi (user info) at 2005-01-01 22:06:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Jesus..
HOW DID I NOT REALIZE?!
I love this. Your intellect astounds me. It really does.
So.. how about that wedding?
Submitted by kiketta (user info) at 2004-07-21 15:41:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome...just awesome
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-07-20 11:58:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I love this type of shit.. errr.. thing. I want to kidnap you and
tie you naked to my bed and have you recite dark poetry. nekked.
Seriously, I really admire your mind and your words. Behind
all of the onscenities is brilliance.
Submitted by UnAssKickable (user info) at 2004-07-20 04:11:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is a great poem, Ignore the people that gave you bad scores. Keep up the good work.
Submitted by Vermin (user info) at 2004-07-01 01:03:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is actually damn good. I can almost imagine a baseline in the background. Soul Coughing could do this poem justice I think.
Submitted by Jocko_Johnson (user info) at 2004-06-03 13:56:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks for the review indoninja.
Seeing as you know absolutley nothing about me, I forgive you for that nasty spit of a reply.
Wannabe poet eh? I guess if you consider being published, being a featured writer in the Canadian poetry scene AND making a living from it (although I still work part time at an accounting firm) to be the hallmark of a wannabe, that's me. Oh, the time in Europe wasn't on my parents tab, I worked the entire trip, and sold my beloved Pearl Session series drumkit to get the one way plane ticket over. I haven't lived with my parents in over ten years, I was 16 when I left.
But thank you anyway, the goal in any writing is to solicit a response from the reader--I'd rather you hate it than be immune to it.
Obviously, my mission is accomplished.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2004-05-30 07:20:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Jocko_Johnson (user info) at 2004-05-30 06:03:14 (#)
Ranking: 0
Yeah, um thanks indoninja. The first thing I do when I need advice is to ask a severely handicapped, bed shitter. Uh--better life next time.
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Dude I don't think you are trying to "sense the senseless" enough, maybe you need another 18 months "in the spiritual abyss of Europe" on mommy and daddies tab, you spoiled wanna-be poet.
I thought this was bad when it was some dude trying to express himself. It looks like you are trying to do this for a living, that is when you aren't living in mom and dads basement, or having them pay for trips to europe for you. I hope you can do something else better, or that your parents don't mind you living with them the rest of your life.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-05-30 07:04:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, I'm sure your parents tried real hard with you indoninja. Real hard not to slit your throat and leave you for dead behind a dumpster.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2004-05-30 06:59:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
That wasn't advice, that was me telling you what i thought of your post, and hoping you put forth a better post next time. I am sorry if my honesty offended you.
This is advice. Your should try and make it something more like this.
Copper Napoleon (part duex)
I don't mind the shit posts
I don't mind the shit posts
I don't mind the shit posts
I don't mind Jocko's shit posts...
Jocko--the City.
I've given you writing advice and now you want nothing.
All prophecy and apples, bad poetry--
Your soldiers of negative two
Your unhappy commenters and posters,
Your neon corners.
Your poetry is too gay for me.
fin
Fell free to use that, I know it needs a little work, but I am not really into poetry. I know you don't normally look for advice from bedshitting cripples like myself, but the use of my legs is coming along nicely, and I haven't crapped my pants in like a week, so maybe you can make an exception.
Submitted by Jocko_Johnson (user info) at 2004-05-30 06:03:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Yeah, um thanks indoninja. The first thing I do when I need advice is to ask a severely handicapped, bed shitter. Uh--better life next time.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2004-05-30 05:57:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
WTF i am not reading all that.
Actually I did, and I wished I hadn't. Better luck next time.
Submitted by Jocko_Johnson (user info) at 2004-05-30 04:53:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Calm down bed wetter. I don't even know who the fuck you are.
Submitted by moneyshot (user info) at 2004-05-30 04:52:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
had enough of me you scared little bitch. i thought so. go fuck your mom you inbred piece of donkey shit.
Submitted by moneyshot (user info) at 2004-05-30 04:46:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
you're shit is gay! why do you do us all a favor and stab your eyes out with an icepick to prevent this from ever happening again.
Submitted by Fixer (user info) at 2004-05-12 02:29:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Copper Napoleon? Either I didn't get that or you let it kill everything. Confusing.
Submitted by BalloonKnot (user info) at 2004-05-11 15:20:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
Balloon Knot has spoken.
Submitted by slowlyrotting (user info) at 2004-05-11 14:49:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
i just ejaculated onto the screen.
happy now?
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-05-11 14:43:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome brother!
www.ravingpoets.com
Submitted by your_brown_eyed_girl (user info) at 2004-05-11 14:35:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by Missty (user info) at 2004-05-11 14:35:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't like poetry, but this one reads more like a story. Very good.
Submitted by Jocko_Johnson (user info) at 2004-05-11 14:25:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Go ahead and kill it...
But try reading it first. Beat poetry/Spoken word is on the come back trail, I swear!