tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48403097082883171382011-07-30T14:25:34.299-04:00Every poem in this blog is constructed of six words chosen either by careful thought or passing feelings. Handwritten on scraps of paper or rips of napkin, they're typed onto the blog exactly as they were written down. <br><br><br> Various contributors: kitty, joyce, joey, catherine, lizz, brian, ktc, joe, susan, zed, mike, cameron, jesse, george.six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-69146167739819919472011-05-03T15:43:00.001-04:002011-05-03T15:43:42.152-04:00i totally forgot about this thing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6914616773981991947?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>christa zedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15950202741528058410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-66906887342563615562009-12-11T18:53:00.003-05:002009-12-11T18:55:47.066-05:00everything starts to feel the same<div><br /></div><div>small spaces with nothing to say</div><div><br /></div><div>can't stop fiddling with my keys</div><div><br /></div><div>dig the lighthouse before it's extinct</div><div><br /></div><div>no five word poems, george!...duh!</div><div><br /></div><div>listening to albums from high school</div><div><br /></div><div>forget having to wake up early</div><div><br /></div><div>eternal, maternal, fraternal! the colonel kernal</div><div><br /></div><div>these curtains are really very nice</div><div><br /></div><div>two people here wear striped shirts</div><div><br /></div><div>what is the point, you fuckers</div><div><br /></div><div>red and yellow hat groovy groovy</div><div><br /></div><div>today was a very good day</div><div><br /></div><div>this poem has only six words</div><div><br /></div><div>that poem has only six words</div><div><br /></div><div><i>- kitty, jesse, george, &amp; joyce</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6690688734256361556?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-28230204056156902952009-10-10T12:55:00.002-04:002009-10-10T13:18:01.547-04:00play me something really fucking loud<div><br /></div><div>don't remember what control feels like</div><div><br /></div><div>always hanging out under the surface<br /><div><br /></div><div>I hate when clothes stretch out</div><div><br /></div><div>who told you to stop eating</div><div><br /></div><div>I have no problems with you</div><div><br /></div><div>who are these people near me</div><div><br /></div><div>dropping existentialism too much in conversation</div><div><br /></div><div>I fear forgetting meanings of words</div><div><br /></div><div>someone help me buy new boots</div><div><br /></div><div>I want concise economy of words</div><div><br /></div><div>while talking it's like you're vomiting</div><div><br /></div><div>how many songs can I write</div><div><br /></div><div>name emotions like pointing to them</div><div><br /></div><div>somehow the wine glasses become empty</div><div><br /></div><div>drink more when you don't think</div><div><br /></div><div>I am tired of helping people</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe I don't ever help people</div><div><br /></div><div>pronounce words weird when you sing</div><div><br /></div><div>might be squirrels in the walls</div><div><br /></div><div>how do you get squirrels out</div><div><br /></div><div>there's so many fucking squirrels everywhere</div><div><br /></div><div>squirrels are cute sometimes I guess</div><div><br /></div><div>but not inside the fucking walls</div><div><br /></div><div><i>- joyce</i></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-2823020405615690295?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-53192108102200021282009-08-10T13:00:00.003-04:002009-08-10T13:17:04.397-04:00every morning I play the radio<br /><br />I appreciate my morning jacket songs<br /><br />yawning during second cup of coffee<br /><br />like two would ever be enough<br /><br />early bedtimes don't seem to work<br /><br />wonder if my hemoglobin is low<br /><br />my boss often disappears for hours<br /><br />eating mrs. fields butter toffee popcorn<br /><br />I eat whatever free gifts come<br /><br />just spend $150 on office supplies<br /><br />I think you have bipolar disorder<br /><br />or maybe you're just on drugs<br /><br />cried last night watching a documentary<br /><br />it was about a 15-year-old kid<br /><br />jumped out a window; committed suicide<br /><br />after composing pros and cons list<br /><br />the score ended up being even<br /><br />they had taken him off lithium<br /><br />I do not think it's fair<br /><br />wish every day we started over<br /><br /><em>- joyce @ work</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-5319210810220002128?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-26590118769174756132009-08-04T18:55:00.000-04:002009-08-04T18:56:20.614-04:00I am Hank Williams' bristled beard<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-2659011876917475613?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>an alliterative aliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11117354111499723248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-16766628864585317652009-07-30T00:41:00.002-04:002009-07-30T00:47:23.126-04:00i find manicotti to be inedible<br /><br />sit. stare. click click drag drag.<br /><br />her mouth wraps around her face<br /><br />it feels like 1000 purring kittens<br /><br />Pablo stares and no one cares<br /><br />he is, no doubt, a virgin<br /><br />putting the smile on and on<br /><br />i tripped over your deflated ego<br /><br />we are all going to hell<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-1676662886458531765?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>christa zedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15950202741528058410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-5970920694776118852009-07-26T23:25:00.003-04:002009-07-28T14:06:47.301-04:00that's a lot of blueberry goop<br /><br />it's been raining, streets are wet<br /><br />overhearing conversations I know nothing about<br /><br />the boys left down rainy streets<br /><br />someone sat here before I did<br /><br />thrift store searching, no better discoveries<br /><br />green fields hidden on penthouse roofs<br /><br />your cleavage distracts me quite well<br /><br />not sure there are greener pastures<br /><br />to be insecure is very 2008<br /><br />high-speed trains shuttle; everything direct linked<br /><br />we appreciate bar music drowning conversation<br /><br />we've been here before, running madly<br /><br />we've seen these buildings swallow sunlight<br /><br />city memories consume every single street<br /><br />we've been here before, perfectly still<br /><br />nights meant for sleeping, spent manic<br /><br /><i>kitty susan lizz @ the pourhouse on 11th and 3rd</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-597092069477611885?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16418047177975438437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-55752529129910651322009-07-26T22:14:00.000-04:002009-07-26T22:15:42.160-04:00the creek is wind in trees<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-5575252912991065132?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>an alliterative aliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11117354111499723248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-72594810817959136912009-07-25T15:15:00.001-04:002009-07-25T15:16:50.402-04:00when I call up my mother<br />she tells me not to worry<br />but I still do, always do<br />I hang up the phone, seething<br />I make some instant black coffee<br />sit outside in our screened-in porch<br />realizing an affinity for square-edged objects<br />things that come in box shapes<br />like books and packs of cigarettes<br />things that occupy a definitive space<br />and I think of my mother<br />at home in her living room<br />trying to keep things so simple<br />condensing all events down to facts<br />for the comfort of definitive structures<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- joyce, on my porch</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-7259481081795913691?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-57773705254424690372009-07-25T13:16:00.002-04:002009-07-25T13:29:12.183-04:00three couples all touching each other<br /><br />he chugs a high-alcohol content beer<br /><br />a phone call intercepted by screaming<br /><br />flame flickers amidst liquid wax, waning<br /><br />closing my eyes against his shoulder<br /><br />ugly girl sleeps with the bartender<br /><br />this bar boasts: no poetry allowed<br /><br />can't hear. loud bar. text me.<br /><br />obnoxious boy asking me for keys<br /><br />man wearing a floral sun hat<br /><br />writing six-word poems instead of talking<br /><br />can't hear what anyone is saying<br /><br />biting the skin around my fingernails<br /><br />social outing becomes confused and isolating<br /><br />gonna erase you with my head<br /><br />hey zed, my boyfriend is here<br /><br />hey jesse, do the monkey face<br /><br />bar poet looks like a loser<br /><br />I hope you're falling in love<br /><br />men more attractive in the dark<br /><br />your words are muffled by screams<br /><br />judging you by your juke-box choices<br /><br />singing "take a load off fanny..."<br /><br />you're cute. you look very similar.<br /><br />have never noticed these blue shades<br /><br />strangers with all the same agendas<br /><br />strange looking hair-do makes you intriguing<br /><br />doesn't know what he's getting into<br /><br />where is he going to sit<br /><br />this girl's hair keeps touching me<br /><br />that guy's collar is seriously popped<br /><br />no matter how loud it gets<br /><br />six words are not enough to ...<br /><br />yer pretty hard to understand, love<br /><br />one, two, three, four, five, ten<br /><br />santa claus is kind of sexy<br /><br />blind people are creepy as cher<br /><br />thought bubbles aren't really that TRUE<br /><br />white booty shorts in my face<br /><br />we are destroying your poet book<br /><br />yer poet book is DESTROYIN' ME!<br /><br />yer destroying is poet book me?<br /><br />everything's part of holy soviet history<br /><br />beer that tastes like apple juice<br /><br />are you depressed or just asleep?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- joyce, kitty &amp; jesse, @ effin gruven </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-5777370525442469037?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-80414315236744770452009-07-20T13:20:00.000-04:002009-07-20T13:21:35.588-04:00Bad breath, but coffee's still good<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-8041431523674477045?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>an alliterative aliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11117354111499723248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-70427274158027745792009-07-20T02:12:00.001-04:002009-07-20T02:13:28.756-04:00I never meant to hurt you<br /><br /><i>by elliott smith</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-7042727415802774579?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-78881789457583403982009-07-18T14:36:00.001-04:002009-07-18T14:37:48.590-04:00baby blue button-up, tucked in<br /><br />paradoxically, I never knew the land<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-7888178945758340398?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>an alliterative aliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11117354111499723248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-65154732607408709232009-07-16T21:05:00.003-04:002009-07-17T14:30:13.505-04:00a door no one has used<br /><br />upside down boxes from greener pastures<br /><br />flies are swarming into one another<br /><br />an aging pile of cigarette butts<br /><br />amidst the garbage strawberry bushes bloom<br /><br />two men passing a skinny joint<br /><br />someone is calling my name loudly<br /><br />the tomato plant stretching towards sunlight<br /><br />jars of used vegetable oil sweating<br /><br />conversation with men two yards away<br /><br />accidental backyard group of sorts developing<br /><br />nodding in response to something unheard<br /><br />those things will kill you. hopefully.<br /><br /><i>written behind the restaurant at work</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6515473260740870923?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16418047177975438437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-40444990429374221472009-07-16T10:41:00.001-04:002009-07-16T10:43:54.205-04:00I fell in love again today<br /><br />last night was heart attack weather<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-4044499042937422147?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>an alliterative aliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11117354111499723248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-42821234414148157502009-07-15T01:29:00.002-04:002009-07-15T01:37:40.881-04:00lenny kravitz is half a jew<br /><br />you did not go to RPI<br /><br />he could have gone to RPI<br /><br />my life is becoming a joke<br /><br />her beer has arrived, she's happy<br /><br />sometimes we're happy when we're not<br /><br />half of you don't look twenty-one<br /><br />the offspring's on, that's always good<br /><br />vegan meat eaters in the corner<br /><br />a woman too tan to hide<br /><br />a questionably homosexual pair touching knees<br /><br />one time you drank irish coffee<br /><br />offspring's still playing, this is life<br /><br />bar is crowded. where's my burger!?<br /><br />two old men pointing at me<br /><br />you have an eyebrow. singular. eyebrow.<br /><br />they probably think we are lesbians<br /><br />I wish elliott smith was here<br /><br />elliott smith was probably a jerk<br /><br />he'd stick us with the bill<br /><br />I do not agree with that<br /><br />we treat animals better than people<br /><br />I know a lot about sharks<br /><br />I tend to sympathize with sharks<br /><br />chips are no one without dip<br /><br />the choices we make don't matter<br /><br />I don't feel good about this<br /><br />we're talking about where you live<br /><br />going to sleep with him tonight<br /><br />we are discussing streets and avenues<br /><br />I like chocolate covered rainbows, too<br /><br />got to get out of here<br /><br />are you depressed? you look it<br /><br />done with this shit ::blows nose::<br /><br />I've been counting our entire conversation<br /><br />big belly lady sits at table<br /><br /><i>kitty and zed @ croxleys</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-4282123441414815750?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-5188995341882739242009-07-14T10:30:00.001-04:002009-07-14T10:31:35.583-04:00i think of you, every day<br />it's so hard to be far<br />i write stories about walking dogs<br />but i think of you, always<br />about how it's wrong waking up,<br />my green sheets are too cold<br />two more dogs pass, more stories -<br />even though i don't write anymore<br />i lie awake, thinking of you<br />who writes out handwritten letters anymore?<br />look at my handwriting, it's shit<br />but i write in my mind,<br />letters to you i never send<br />stories of dogs, two more pass<br />i love the idea of dogs<br />i guess i mean to say<br />i think of dogs, loving them<br />and i think of you, always<br /><br /><em>- cameron martin</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-518899534188273924?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-41923028623134952452009-07-13T11:52:00.002-04:002009-07-13T12:16:29.657-04:00where have all the poets gone?<br /><br /><br /><em>- joyce, @ work, wants someone else to post, please</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-4192302862313495245?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-60800420187610793422009-07-08T11:31:00.002-04:002009-07-08T12:45:28.731-04:00dusk sets in and then black<br /><br />lie down and sing soft lullabies<br /><br />nightlight keeps away the scary things<br /><br />I hallucinate shapes made from shadows<br /><br />nightlife keeps me up at night<br /><br />sit and smoke and swat insects<br /><br />I always want summer during winter<br /><br />standard deviations make my head spin<br /><br />follow the curve or you'll die<br /><br />swerving out of the lane, sometimes<br /><br />bumper sticker: tailgaters will be shot.<br /><br />adjacent bumper sticker: violence is wrong.<br /><br />another bumper sticker: beat women silly<br /><br />my raging feminism radar is wailing<br /><br />joyce the feminist, beat her brains<br /><br />brian the misogynist, break his bones<br /><br />I love you now fuck me<br /><br />it all boils down to him<br /><br />it all evaporates up to god<br /><br />god is dead no one cares<br /><br />neitzsche hates christians and loves art<br /><br />sounds like someone I might know<br /><br />the grass is never green, joyce<br /><br />lie down, touch me, feel me<br /><br />I want to feel, emptiness consumes<br /><br />let's be friends and write poems.<br /><br /><em></em><br /><em>- brian and joyce, @ work via gmail chat</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6080042018761079342?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-61313685361395547602009-07-07T21:11:00.011-04:002009-07-07T22:47:56.230-04:00biggest and blackest and most handsome<br /><br />it always looked better in 1024<br /><br /><i>the furious race to benjamin's butthole</i><br /><br />hyphenate, punctuate, and spell check, bitch<br /><br />the perpetually flushing toilet in there<br /><br />peeing in it is more economical<br /><br /><i>you are busy but you're happy</i><br /><br />they share the same oily skin<br /><br />who is this hairy legged intruder?<br /><br />i saw the Chupacabra in Elmont<br /><br />in other words, i hate him<br /><br />and my freckles are probably malignant<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6131368536139554760?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>christa zedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15950202741528058410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-89372012804222241262009-07-07T09:35:00.002-04:002009-07-07T10:30:58.062-04:00please let me kill arrogant co-workers.<br /><br />break my heart. just try it.<br /><br />too much sunlight and no illumination<br /><br />can't write poetry under the influence.<br /><br />strum guitars and bang on pianos.<br /><br />exaggerating your self-importance to hipster bartenders<br /><br />twenty-somethings trying to induce drunken stupor<br /><br /><em>- joyce, @ work</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-8937201280422224126?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-25264877144107841142009-07-06T12:01:00.000-04:002009-07-06T12:02:25.847-04:00the root of all evil: beer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-2526487714410784114?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-66671864157184324602009-07-02T15:30:00.000-04:002009-07-02T15:31:21.086-04:00my left hand is unequivocal; obsessed. <br /><br />bricks in thunderstorm half-light, I'm cured.<br /><br />golden gate! bridge my examining eyes!<br /><br />I implore you. Listen. The Sound...<br /><br /><br /><i>-michael martin</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6667186415718432460?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-14114215100379071532009-07-01T21:09:00.002-04:002009-07-01T21:16:32.949-04:00I am a three-layered fish whale<br /><br />gotta come here with a purpose<br /><br /><i>-joyce and kitty in a car on w. olive/w. walnut</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-1411421510037907153?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-12463605321022557742009-07-01T00:08:00.001-04:002009-07-01T00:09:42.779-04:00they looked very satisfied with themselves.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-joyce and kitty, re: scary voodoo doll truck driver on long beach road, island park, ny</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-1246360532102255774?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-21359885741241325272009-06-30T21:15:00.000-04:002009-07-01T00:21:25.343-04:00reading from books older than her<br /><br />your mood is reflected on my face<br /><br />we're going to start a band<br /><br />your hair line recedes too slowly<br /><br />a woman who has crooked thighs<br /><br />I think this pen has herpes<br /><br />I think this might be infected<br /><br />we have not been formally acquainted<br /><br />wounds made by nails and teeth<br /><br />laughing at his attachment to her<br /><br />yep, trees are made of wood<br /><br />the kama sutra is so fucked<br /><br />it moves like a little person<br /><br />sucking a mango fruit in june<br /><br />everything really does make me nauseous<br /><br />I feel hesitant to discuss anything<br /><br /><i>-kitty and zed @ witches brew, west hempstead, ny</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-2135988574124132527?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-30326338860440433832009-06-30T19:35:00.000-04:002009-06-30T19:38:46.291-04:00remember that anger is your doorway <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br />cooking meat from rawness into perfection <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />-joyce and susan @ witches brew, west hempstead, ny<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-3032633886044043383?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-60565237183232917112009-06-29T23:36:00.000-04:002009-06-30T16:53:33.952-04:00there are few things worth considering<br /><br />it's hard to believe reason anymore<br /><br />overwhelming fear of catastrophe constantly looming<br /><br />wanting to be more like you<br /><br />hit it hard and with feeling<br /><br />ending in a fit of flames<br /><br />tolerate indifference in these morning yellows<br /><br />your confidence is not apparent anymore<br /><br />why can't everything always be okay<br /><br />pointless poems reflect a poor mood<br /><br />in a sense we're all dying<br /><br />crossing streets complicates my life more<br /><br />ending conversations with 'see you soon'<br /><br /><i>-kitty</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6056523718323291711?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-84960803201728798822009-06-29T23:11:00.000-04:002009-06-29T23:57:38.372-04:00She wrote a line of poetry.<br /><br />She realized it was six words.<br /><br />He is surfing on a kite.<br /><br />He gets swept out to sea.<br /><br />The mermaids come out to look.<br /><br />Clouds part, revealing a sun-filled orifice.<br /><br />He was trapped in small spaces.<br /><br />I did not understand the dream.<br /><br />Big men may resemble one another.<br /><br />He was fine when I called.<br /><br />Apple core: a seagull's only meal.<br /><br />That is good, like a haiku.<br /><br />The sky becomes dark and terrible.<br /><br />Watch it creeping up behind us.<br /><br />dark clouds hover just beyond daylight<br /><br />you can take over for awhile<br /><br />when clouds break we must run<br /><br />she said, stop writing about rain.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br />- joyce and susan, @ washington blvd. beach, long beach, ny<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-8496080320172879882?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14025403520680640889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-5645484985129823762009-06-29T12:29:00.000-04:002009-06-29T12:34:49.784-04:00knows what she wants, says nothing.<br /><br />how frightening to say, "I'm done."<br /><br />burying herself inside, she marries him.<br /><br />sirens moan outside, man closes window.<br /><br /><em>-susan</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-564548498512982376?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-30424607888531994762009-06-28T19:58:00.000-04:002009-06-29T10:57:18.252-04:00suicides will always make good stories<br /><br />if only I could see you<br /><br />what do you want? nothing? everything?<br /><br />rain falls; I cannot remember you<br /><br />excuses made for wounds and wishes<br /><br />if I needed it, would you?<br /><br />what do you remember about yourself?<br /><br />tree branches are straining and wavering<br /><br />the sky is dark again, again<br /><br /><em>-joyce</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-3042460788853199476?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-91863630439663021932009-06-28T01:41:00.000-04:002009-06-29T10:58:01.227-04:00slipping into a world unlike yours<br /><br />let the distance keep us warm<br /><br />saying goodnight always breaks my heart<br /><br />your comedy doesn't hit me hard<br /><br />nothing keeps the ego afloat anymore<br /><br />dead flowers are not poetic images<br /><br />hardly see daylight at all anymore<br /><br />nothing like a good nicotine dream<br /><br />even beer tastes different to me<br /><br /><em>-kitty and joe</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-9186363043966302193?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-63287123965430950702009-06-28T01:34:00.000-04:002009-06-28T01:36:38.442-04:00it's almost impossible to feel anything<br /><br />our convictions are without their merit<br /><br />I enjoy watching strangers from afar<br /><br />someone just said pocketbook, I'm uncomfortable<br /><br />drunk poets sleep better than anyone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6328712396543095070?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-83760494129284255832009-06-28T01:32:00.001-04:002009-07-01T09:59:07.751-04:00after midnight almost anything is possible<br /><br />awaiting a man we haven't seen.<br /><br />standing still, time rushes by us.<br /><br />a beer too big to drink.<br /><br />you're finishing your poems with periods<br /><br />watching her get excited by menus<br /><br />it is summer shall we barbecue?<br /><br />order me a guiness if she comes.<br /><br />she travels on trains going nowhere<br /><br />anticipation of being on your doorstep<br /><br /><em>-kitty and joyce (moral support provided by joe), @ croxley's ale house, farmingdale, ny</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-8376049412928425583?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-33148277658849624532009-06-28T01:27:00.000-04:002009-06-28T01:32:20.262-04:00I drink coffee, she drinks beer<br /><br />your lack of hair intrigues me<br /><br />still tasting last night this morning<br /><br />everything about you makes me nervous<br /><br />long island eateries full of douches<br /><br />its always sunday night these days<br /><br />cigarettes, carbs, booze: short, sweet life<br /><br />she feels blue. I'm still yellow.<br /><br />smoke hangs in thin midwestern skies<br /><br />I wish we could smoke here<br /><br />lungs are black hearts are red<br /><br />get passport ready just in case<br /><br />people stare as I write alone<br /><br />logic whispers fears shout need therapist<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-3314827765884962453?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840309708288317138.post-64530232378260081122009-06-28T01:09:00.000-04:002009-06-29T10:59:41.772-04:00empty glasses leave things to desire<br /><br />antiseptic light breaks the fourth wall<br /><br />we sit on benches in march<br /><br />bars filled with unemployable twenty somethings<br /><br />you went west you learned nothing<br /><br />we are not creative or interesting<br /><br />I feel trapped by this form<br /><br />away, walking along the great wall<br /><br />two letters, heavy petters M. Y.<br /><br />your fingers smell like smoke, too<br /><br />washed out and half there stories<br /><br />apart; morning breaks as night stirs<br /><br />our poems are out memoirs, poetically<br /><br />toeing the line between profunfity and kitsch<br /><br />it was too cold to care<br /><br />my heart burns there too, sometimes<br /><br />count your blessings we're all together<br /><br />things like this just kill me<br /><br />affirming the least sincere since 1998<br /><br />try to understand the smallest ones<br /><br />your poems are better than mine<br /><br />you're cute your friends are cuter<br /><br />pen and paper. bread and water.<br /><br />english majors rarely write good poems<br /><br />I can't fee the economy ...yet<br /><br />you speak to strangers on sidewalks<br /><br />we mispell our words, adding meaning<br /><br />we slip a lot in thought<br /><br />kitty laughed as she read this<br /><br />honestly can these be considered poetry?<br /><br />poems are answers to unasked questions<br /><br />lizz and a frenchman, outside<br /><br />english majors write beautiful poetry, jerk<br /><br />I'll stop talking, let's just kiss<br /><br />murals of men in the bathroom<br /><br />I can not consider you anymore<br /><br />talk to me about your heart<br /><br />I'm in love with your brain<br /><br />I go in your room, daily!<br /><br />you're cuter when you don't laugh<br /><br />meet me on the information superhighway<br /><br />this is the seventh page... GO!<br /><br />I don't care that you're gone<br /><br />a french man brought her flowers<br /><br />we talked about our love, loudly!<br /><br />hi pierre. you are drunk, too.<br /><br />let's pretend we're pretending it's real<br /><br />my sister is kissing a frenchman<br /><br />cheap woman, cheap hotel. rich life.<br /><br />you're fucking up my words, woman<br /><br />we've written poetry in dark bars<br /><br />you read newspapers, I read stars<br /><br />quit. quit. quit. quit. relapse. quit.<br /><br />telling drunk men your life story<br /><br />liquor writes these poems -- not us<br /><br />the jobs we mostly call blow<br /><br />everyone is hungry for something new<br /><br />handwriting worsens as glasses pile up<br /><br />we are just where we are<br /><br />I wore your scarf last night<br /><br />you remind me of my cat<br /><br />layers and layers of gorgeous fabric<br /><br />kitty's in the bathroom doing coke<br /><br />looks like this page is mine<br /><br />kitty can't see behind her sunglasses<br /><br />cats are awesome little things, right?<br /><br />we have a dinner reservation now<br /><br />tell him angst isn't that cool<br /><br />I'm leaving now. you can, too.<br /><br />keep her in check, little sister<br /><br />just NOT enough time with pierre<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840309708288317138-6453023237826008112?l=sixwordpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>six word poemshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053289301692995590noreply@blogger.com0