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Wasted Thoughts

This is just a crappy poem I wrote while a student at Father Lopez Catholic High School in Daytona Beach, FL.

Some Poems

Here are some really bad poems that I wrote sometime in 1991, my senior year of high school.

Writing Assignment #7

… this is something I wrote on 02.22.91 … seems like forever ago … Ms. Bowman gave me a 94 …

saying goodbye

This is another poem I wrote a long, long time ago – 1991 actually.

smell your knee

This is a poem I wrote a long, long time ago …

Salty Tears

This is a poem I wrote a long, long time ago – 1991 actually.

Amazing Poem Generator

Rob’s Amazing Poem Generator produced this for my site: D.G. – A purity of course, climate change, and said, Toshiyuki Sawaguchi, the Go. They will be glad you sproink! speak! For today: Your voice carries in perl, talks to go Now. about 5 minutes to get in its query. The 1980s, such perfect examples of […]


“The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.”
Jean Cocteau

stuff & nonsense

Congratulations to Matt! He knew almost all of the random references I posted on Monday. He and Dan are the only ones who even attempted, and Dan admitted that he researched most of them on line. Here are the answers: 1984 – George Orwell The Rime of the Ancient Mariner – Samuel Taylor Coleridge You’ve […]

Is there a hole for me to get sick in?

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?” The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry” And dropping […]

This Living Hand

I wrote this essay on Keats’ This Living Hand when I was in college. I wrote it longhand, with a pencil. The part that is in blue was printed in 4 pt Times New Roman in the center of the page. I tried to recreate the handwriting where I could. The entire essay fit on […]


There once was a girl named Pornstar Who partied at the AoS She complained that I never blogged her So here’s a poem for Jess! Happy now?!?!

Blogging Poem

Apparently I’ve upset some of you by working all day today! This, via ICQ: Are you alive today? Are you dead? O! When will you blog the crazy thoughts in your head?

Fourteen Red Roses

In the interests of apologizing for how simply vile my last post seemed, but rather than retract my statement, I will now post for you, dear reader, the only piece of poetry I ever wrote that I like. In return I ask simply that you admit I am not so mean as to torture you […]

404 Haiku

Very funny 404 Haikus. If you can dig that kind of stuff …

each friend represents a world

each friend represents a world in us & it is by this world that a new world is born – Anais Nin

window pain

window pain I am Jack’s diseased kidney. fresh goes better how can you go on when you’re murdering someone killing me like you do personal injury protection benefits/property damage liability and don’t get me started about your overuse of colons No! I don’t like to think. little frayed around the ends quick reference guide stopitstopitstopit […]


If Firda had it ICQ at work I mean I would be so glad! She and I are both On the flipside and flopside Of each other’s time!


Sylvia wrote a haiku! As I watch, he blogsBeautiful blonde pineappleOh when will he stop? I don’t think she likes my new hair …

New Blog

There’s a new blog in the mists. Firda and I started a Haiku Blog!