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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Bookstore Poetry

I wrote this poem in a bookstore. Thought I'd share it.

I will roam,
forgetting the sound of my voice,
to put you back together again.
A child-like mind
with a God-like disposition,
looking without
but with my own desire
for you to achieve
Give me a paint brush
And I will illustrate
a piece of music
So beautiful
that you will hear again.
And if I use my
to play for you a newer
more beautiful
I know you will stand again,
and with new eyes,
Look upon me
as the Old Child
You've been waiting for.

Holbrook Beats the Devil

Beat the Devil today
Saw him at the Bodega
right down the street
buyin' a honey bun
and a bag of utz.
He turned and smiled
said "hi"
"why not?" I thought
"If mankind is right
all of the world's problems
by this guy."
So I rolled up my sleeves
and kicked his ass.
Devil might have horns
but he fights like a little
So I beat the Devil world
now everything will be okay.
I've done my part world.
And you're welcome.


Friday, September 5, 2008

Zeus took a shit

High above the clouds
on top of great Olympus
the great king of the gods
in all of his majesty
and awe inspiring glory
took a shit
and read the paper.
He read of famine
of brother killing brother
of people being consumed
from the inside out
by the physical manifestation
of their own hatred.
He read of his planet
slowly and methodically
being eaten away at
and penetrated
and raped
for the masses
to feed their families.
He read about explosives
much more powerful
than his own jagged
ripping through the flesh
of his children's mother.
And he read about the atrocities
men laid upon each other
women too actually
in the name of an old friend
to whom he hasn't spoken
in a long time
and at this
he growled
full of anger and resolve.
Zeus folded his paper
and decided
that it was time to descend
to Earth
to save his planet.
Starting now...
but alas
no toilet paper
on the day he decided
to wear his favorite
white, spotless toga.