Wednesday, February 20, 2008

CHRIS KILLEN POEM (CUT AND PASTED FROM HIS BLOG TO HERE BY SAM PINK)

MY LEGS FEEL LIKE
12 pt. TIMES NEW ROMAN
THEY ARE ITALICISED
AND CURLING AROUND EACH OTHER
I WENT OUT FOR DINNER THIS EVENING
IN A PLACE WITH
A DEER HEAD ON THE WALL
I TOUCHED THE FACE OF THE DEER HEAD
AND LOOKED IN ITS FAKE EYES
AND WONDERED IF IT WAS FILLED WITH SAND
OH LORD
I WANT A KITTEN
NEXT CHRISTMAS
PLEASE MAKE THAT HAPPEN

6 comments:

sam pink said...

THIS POEM SUCKS. WHY DID I FUCKING CUT AND PASTE IT? I DISLIKE MYSELF.

chris killen said...

thanks sam.

xtx said...

sam the renegade copy paster!

Kendra Grant Malone said...

chris, you are super duper. welcome welcome.

sam, shut the fuck up im going to kill you you are too loud i love you baby dont be mad

sam pink said...

i am chris killen's american cut and paster. it's like being a translator. when his book comes out, i will cut and paste it and publish it here so people in the united states can read it.

chris killen said...

thanks, kendra. i am going to be drunk again soon probably, and then post more things on here.

sam, yes. good idea. i will give you %15.