poetry in craaaaaaaaze! me & stan's poetry saga
"Pinky" & "Brain"


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me&stan's poem-saga

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these are poems that stan (brain) and i (pinky) started during the summer '97... stan had a job workin in the saint's summer school office and i had just got back from NYLF... these poems started off serious (for an extremely short time) then quickly became pretty damn silly :) we threw them back and forth by email... anyways it was fun... maybe we'll write some more someday :)


havent been sleeping much
bad boy
working on homepage
very tired
still have work to do
screwed up the schedule for next week
(summer school)
wake up early to go work
so bad SUCKS
well kids are fun
i met a koala kid
she hangs on u
so tight
never can get rid of her unless she wanna let go
-stan-


back here
back in the city i love
(or thought i loved)
but not noticing
anything
give anything to be back in Boston
back there
back with NYLF-ers
no sleep
busy schedules
eating breakfast to the tunes
of Puff Daddy
rushing to class in fear
of the A-team
380 new people for the price of 1400$
and worth every cent
missing all these great friends
all who...
i'll probably
never see again
depression is oppressive
especially when you know
that nothing will be quite the same
as those 11 days
and they are never to be recaptured
ever
-nic-


profoundness (that's you)
superficiality (that's me)
stop your grief, my good lady
I'm sad too
"We are not all alone unhappy"
cheer up hiipo gal
you're not usually like that
you're worrying me
I don't like that
(both my worry and your sadness)
enjoy and smile often
please and thank you . . .
-stan-


silly me
silly you
playacting at poetry
thats what we do
while we jigsaw
words to fit
we never seem
to use our wit
(or do we have any?)
it IS found in many
questions to be pondered
brain cells to be laundered
-nic-


silly, silly?
we don't try
to fit and fit
we try to think
and then fit
there is a diff
it takes cells
of the brain
to communicate
with such "sane"
pinky pinky
oh well I
give up on
the poetic craze
(thank you
for listening)
-stan-


what words will submit
to our insane fits
of poetry craze
which has lasted days?
the patience of those
who have tolerated their woes,
can never overcome
that of the words we pun.
it must be torture
to be used in our poems.
we must be more sure
to give words better homes.
-nic-


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