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pleeeeeze?

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 04:53 (twenty-one years ago)

my head is full of snot,
my joints all a throb
while my temp goes hot --
and there is snow outside
as i try to decide
between bad sitcoms
and other ticking bombs.

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 2 January 2004 07:50 (twenty-one years ago)

i sit in my igloo
munching seal blubber;
Hoping that your nose
doesn't run and flubber
Do recover!

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 09:27 (twenty-one years ago)

Thou shalt not be
Locked up in that igloo of yours
Keep your spirit free
Unlock your inner fortress's doors

It's time for me to go
And face my time of darkness once more
And toss to and fro
As nightmares chill me to the core.

Good night!

― Tenacious Dee (Dee the Lurker), Friday, 2 January 2004 09:55 (twenty-one years ago)

do not go gentle into that Texas night,
Dee of the restless slumber.
i will depart the icy tundra
for warmer climes, bringing with me
a lullaby.

i'll just leave it on the doorstep.
don't mind the seal bits, if any,
my snowshoes were sticky.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 09:59 (twenty-one years ago)

bactrim
and diet coke
reluctant companions
as i mope
full of one and out of the other
i blow my nose
and raise the covers
i wish that someone here
would deliver
chicken soup
while i blither

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 20:42 (twenty-one years ago)

back to work after the flu,
a crush of questions and wrath
as i fumble through the math
turning only the color blue.

― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 3 January 2004 03:31 (twenty-one years ago)

don't turn blue!
what would we do?
it would
the ending be
of your sparkly
poetry!

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 3 January 2004 04:18 (twenty-one years ago)

there is no depression
in the hearts of hessians
this is a documentary
about a cemetary
of moldering penguin parts
dumped in fits and starts
by monster truck carts.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 02:50 (twenty-one years ago)

penguins topple,
giggling
in antarctic delight.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:08 (twenty-one years ago)

horse heads r good eats:
make me tingle to my feet
just thinkin' bout them now
and i like'm more than cow.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:30 (twenty-one years ago)

a horsehead
in bed
sends a lovely message;
try flowers instead?

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:32 (twenty-one years ago)

flowers are for a sneeze,
snot droplets in the breeze,
a tender phlegmy mist
to dampen anyone's list,
the punctuation of a cough
and mucus filling a trough.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:34 (twenty-one years ago)

the godfather says no
to the florist you will go
and then hie thee hence to the pharmacie
to alleviate
the symptomology

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:35 (twenty-one years ago)

the smell of geriatrics
shaking their worn canes
and the withering pain
of filled up sinuses
counting the plusses
and accumlated minuses
staring at the stacks
of support hosiery
while counting the rosary.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:37 (twenty-one years ago)

jesus god man that was brilliant!

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:38 (twenty-one years ago)

i'm listening to swedish hippies
playing the jew's harp all dippy
while everyone rolls in the mud
dreaming of love and elmer fudd.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 04:21 (twenty-one years ago)

can i come over?

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 04:22 (twenty-one years ago)

ode to diet vanilla coke

light reflects from
caramel concentric
liquid ripples,
belonging to
my favorite tipple.

if only a river
ran through the
tributary due
me, in CRV
i would be
wealthy

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 05:10 (twenty-one years ago)

The rust is removed with a sip
as the soda passes the lips,
dissolving all internal organs
leaving all dazed and stunned
that the nail disappeared
just as everyone feared.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 08:57 (twenty-one years ago)

would perhaps rum be better
dissolving inside
of the debtor
who owes so much
to vanilla's touch
that nails remain nails
till she's fettered?

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:00 (twenty-one years ago)

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Enhanced sexual performance.
Wrinkle reduction and smoother skin.
14.4 percent loss of fat.
Hair re-growth and strengthening.
Higher energy levels.
Increased physical strength.
Elimination of cellulite and excess fat.
Sharper vision. And much more ...

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:07 (twenty-one years ago)

The Infomercial - All Hail Tom Vo

Rapt I sit,
with vague inattention;
blues of Hawaii beam and flicker
an electron gun is what i had
for dinner

It crept in slow,
after the late show;
invaded my real estate
with a pitch
for its own.

All hail;
leis and interest rates,
bikini mortgages.
The Gene Scott of property, arcane
in his knowledge; holds secrets in his hand
but he'll sell them for
a dollar.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:14 (twenty-one years ago)

if you do not give me
a million dollars now
i will shut down this show
and never tell you of
the magnetic masons,
the tunnels down below
or my lovely horses.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:18 (twenty-one years ago)

Eusebius knew
how to put a show together;
At the Council of Nicea,
he told the others of his feather.

But on the board, interrupted,
scribbles not what Nag Hammadi erupted,
that far before the Templars
and after Nostradamus,
somewhere deep in Glendale,
the Masons were upon us--
and here the series' fate was sealed;
and on The Island
the secrets of real estate
were veiled.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:25 (twenty-one years ago)

TiVo Haiku

Wiggling antennae
searching for me, faithfully
All the Doris Day

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 01:57 (twenty-one years ago)

syndicated action spectacular
and the lasting allure
of every planet looking like
british columbia each time --

there is adventure
on a planet of
painted cardboard.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:06 (twenty-one years ago)

it could be
Vasquez Rocks,
generic fantasy,
desert red in the science fiction heart;
familiar from the start,
Beam Me Up
but not the Gort,
take me to
the Land of Port.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:11 (twenty-one years ago)

the manatee has laser beam eyes
and floating cottage cheese thighs
inside its aquatic giant robot fighter
looking for a dry, working lighter
to smoke under the blue sea
searching for something sugary.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:14 (twenty-one years ago)

i fear the muse
loves me not;
i slink away
into the sea
rejected, blubber
manatee

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:18 (twenty-one years ago)

i fear the muse
may blow a fuse.
i slink away
eating clay
rejected blubber,
sanity.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:21 (twenty-one years ago)

reach for the Reynolds Wrap
when all else fails
and have some garlic
with some snails
beside the Pacific,
north I gaze
and think about more
sunny days.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:32 (twenty-one years ago)

i live by the sea
though it is quite traffick-y
a rocket launcher points,
toward Belmont
and its joints
of screaming drunken yuppies
who make the parking yucky
but here i rest
in tranquility
on Long Beach,
by the sea

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:41 (twenty-one years ago)

long beach,
land of the
surf punk
hardcore
bleached hair
yuppie stares.

standing
watching
a dolphin
hump
a surfer's
leg

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:50 (twenty-one years ago)

humping by the sea
is, of necessity
a thing of stark beauty.

but when a surfer's there
with lemon in his hair
it all goes very wrong,
and then i need a bong.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:59 (twenty-one years ago)

before the ocean
apply the lotion

everyday
ur all gay

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 09:08 (twenty-one years ago)

sod off,
ignoble twat!
do not sully
this thread so lovely

you are inane,
your couplet is lame
and your handle's
so dumb
i could vomit.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 10:50 (twenty-one years ago)

Orbit, jack cole is a friend of mine from years ago. I was only joking/being friendly cos I haven't seen him online in a while. Why are you catching such feelings off me? Man up already.

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:01 (twenty-one years ago)

you say we are gay
and the thread you dismay;

i've not seen your name
before, here
for shame!
And yet you answer,
when you should
play
the game.

'tis well-established,
and absent of malice
but fuck with it, Sir
and you'll pay.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:07 (twenty-one years ago)

I thought the 'ur all gay' thing was a well-established ironic meme here. You're a sensitive little bitch. Make me 'pay'. What, are you going to sneer me to death?

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:14 (twenty-one years ago)

And sorry you haven't seen me before, I forgot this is 'your turf' and I have to make friends with people before being hyperbolic in front of them.

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:16 (twenty-one years ago)

away, you cur!
have you no activity
more compelling than this
inanity?

and if jack cole
were your friend,
you would not put end
to this thread of poems
that he sent.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:19 (twenty-one years ago)

jack, are you hanging out with ravers?

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:22 (twenty-one years ago)

ha ha ha, not yet, sir coq!!! did i email you back? part one of your piece is up (and it was quite excellent). now where did i put my floppy cat in the hat hat? ;-)

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 22:51 (twenty-one years ago)

On the glowing box
is a television vision
in glowering closeups
females mantises cavort
forelegs hooked and crooked
as outside calipers
cropping tiny heads from
torn necks of mantis males
eaten as interim sex treats
with compound eyes
like little moonpies
that cannot do not look away
and the manatees weep
as they always weep
when the camera is on

― Aimless, Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:53 (twenty-one years ago)

haapy bouncing
on the sea
the manatee
and me

sunshine gleaming
on the water
splish and splash

driving to silverlake
was like
driving to Ox

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 04:38 (twenty-one years ago)

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 05:37 (twenty-one years ago)

revive.
i need poetry...

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 06:15 (twenty-one years ago)

bump

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 10 January 2004 08:09 (twenty-one years ago)

i need poetry
and a pretty pony
and a kung fu grip
and a Disneyland trip
and a bucket of rocks
that when i pick them up,
look at me and talk.
i need poetry.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 11 January 2004 03:23 (twenty-one years ago)

Unassuming Haiku #57

poetry bucket,
spinning cups at Disneyland,
Sounds like a good plan.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 11 January 2004 03:33 (twenty-one years ago)

i know a girl
with an Oxycontin laugh;
cylindrical, and floppy like
microwaved bread.

she has too many pens that don't work;
and mounds of tar-flecked scribblings
which languish in cushions,
and behind the bed.

they laid her open,
one day, with scalpels.
she had joy removed, like a growth;

But the heartfelt scribblings,
softly resting in disarray;
did not forget her.
They are waiting for her to come back.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 11 January 2004 03:52 (twenty-one years ago)

OCD HAIKU

you are not part of
the equation, he shouted
she called 911.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 11 January 2004 06:05 (twenty-one years ago)

Come play with me
underneath the trees
we can frolic thru the stars;
plastic Venus, rubber Mars
When you close your eyes you'll see
butter-brittle galaxies.

Come take my hand
in this happy land
we will play and never stop
weeks and months in chocolate shops;
we can cllimb up to the top,
cotton candy waterfalls.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 11 January 2004 06:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Tattoo Haiku (Appalling Poetry #154)

They do it for sex,
said the troll, ironing fast;
Ink is Viagra.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 11 January 2004 23:20 (twenty-one years ago)

slow motion steps across the parking lot;
one damaged foot in front of the other,
secret morphine and whipped cream
vie for attention in the bloodstream
and Kaiser sits like a monolith
in front of me.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 12 January 2004 06:38 (twenty-one years ago)

A misjudged leap up,
meet planted on
an rather icy patch
as the accidental slide
when jumping to
the wooden railing --
embarrassment
and covering one's trail
of spit-takes and
perfect prat falls.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 12 January 2004 07:26 (twenty-one years ago)

every mood has its verse
fifty-seven
in a day, like steak sauce.

no purpose, just
words in search of an outlet;
bile.

Subject
frantic for a predicate.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 12 January 2004 07:31 (twenty-one years ago)

"so?" the mystified pilgrim amish massage the rapist asks gently.
fingers. essential oils. diaphragms expand to release screaming.
growls.
"where's my fuckin' chicken?" the drunkard ejaculates into the window.
crispy. spicy. tasty. fast. cheap. now.
asleep.
face down.
heart burning.
really burning.
dying.
slowly.
and loving it.

― nickalicious loves fast food late at night fo' real yo (nickalicious), Monday, 12 January 2004 07:36 (twenty-one years ago)

nickalicious, quite delicious
after many ales;
does regale us
with depth-- and avails us
of drunken verse aplenty!

hurrah, huzzah
raise your cups together
for woozy nickalicious,
eating fast food leather.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 12 January 2004 07:48 (twenty-one years ago)

i wish i was tough
like henry rollins.
i hear he was
real good at scooping
ice cream with ian.

if i got a tattoo
and lifted weights
and wrote poems
about all my hate,
would they let me
still pet the bunnies?

please dont beat me up
or crumple my dixie cup
before ive read the riddles.
i'm still stuck int he middle
and i dont understand
why hank crossed the road.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 12 January 2004 08:28 (twenty-one years ago)

Why Hank Crossed the Lonesome Highway

Hank crossed the road
to catch a cheating heart;
it was a start.

Walking after midnight,
so lonesome he could cry;
he caught the heart.

Hank picked it up;
but it wouldn't go back in.
So he turned his back,
and swore he'd never
cross that road again.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 19 January 2004 00:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Hank-ku

Rollins was rolling
in Gatorade, puke and glass;
I waited upstairs.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 19 January 2004 07:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Watching Billy' Wilder's
The Fortune Cookie
while the faucet drips
and I have a tooth ache
from the damned dentist
filing down my teeth.

My eyes are heavy
and my mouth throbs
to the thought of
a large law suit
if only I even had
a brother-in-law.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 19 January 2004 08:21 (twenty-one years ago)

rather embarrassed
I wore a suit to dinner
when brother wore tracksuit

also embarrassed
although harmlessly
that my computer contains folder
named 'chubbies'

― Le Coq (DarrenK), Monday, 19 January 2004 08:30 (twenty-one years ago)

The Tooth Massage

A poultice in words for the tooth,
filed, aching...
tiny nerve ends jangle between the beats
of arteries, throb a jitterbug --to the temples
of dentistry you go,
kneel, prostrate before the Lord of Technology,
in stainless steel genuflection.

Inexplicably, in the space between words, the nerves stop
their firing squad;
the commander lowers his white-clad arm,
puts away the drill,
the veil is pulled aside, all gauze and enlightenment
revealing the sacramental, accidental, anecdotal green tank
beside the door.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 19 January 2004 23:35 (twenty-one years ago)

Tooth-Ku

Smooth white porcelain
bravely defies the drilling.
Water drips; head throbs.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 07:28 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm the lightest weight,
2 drinks and it is fate --
my eyes hang heavy now,
the snow and the plow.

How can I resist?
I tried making a fist
and thinking of a list,
but on me sleep pissed.

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 07:52 (twenty-one years ago)

Sleep-ku

The answer is clear;
Martinis, not wine nor beer
Will achieve soft sleep.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 07:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Cheap, rot gut whine
just dont feel so fine,
the stomach in upheavel
like cotton and boweevils.

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 08:03 (twenty-one years ago)

in case of emergency break haiku

run for the toilet
if the Pepto doesn't work;
we will support you.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 08:07 (twenty-one years ago)

No geyers or lava flows,
citizens petrified by ash:
choppy seas and adrift,
floating over a cliff.

Baby chicks peep inside,
a slip here and a slide,
fuzzy yellow perfect peep
that slowly slowly creep.

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 08:16 (twenty-one years ago)

where do they go?
she wants to know
the fuzzy peeping
slowly creeping
small denizens of Pompeii?

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 08:21 (twenty-one years ago)

One on top the other,
a tower of uncrushed chicks
desperate and sadly sick
as they stack themselves
slowly to finally escape
up my esophagus,
freedom their lust.

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 08:23 (twenty-one years ago)

time to break the haiku!

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 20 January 2004 08:24 (twenty-one years ago)

365 particles, upon becoming soundless.

what intestinal argument
wells up today,
pushed towards light but held down below?

what visceral logic holds sway,
tied up in knots
bursts across oily seas?

bound thoughts,
in a blue expanse of small bits;
Fluff, dust, madness, half-used pencils
vie with old mail and urgent postulates,
occupying precisely 1/3 of a tired brain
forgotten, on the porch.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 25 January 2004 23:23 (twenty-one years ago)

haiku 324

schizoid kitten pop;
checkboard radio-heads
mystify, amaze.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 03:22 (twenty-one years ago)

Bobblehead bows down
a cat is declawed tonight
the TV buzzes

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 03:49 (twenty-one years ago)

Pee stains on the couch
"I am not an anima."
sizzle, crackle, pop

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 03:50 (twenty-one years ago)

i want to take care;
snuggle, under warm blankies
accepting, toasty.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 04:38 (twenty-one years ago)

ten sharp tones away,
the cell phone rests, incessant;
waiting for just one.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 04:46 (twenty-one years ago)

haiku out of boredom

i drew those things, and
i named *those* things, no credit
is ever given.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 06:23 (twenty-one years ago)

hill-ku

i like the view here,
inside and out; and i'm warm;
better for snuggling.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 06:53 (twenty-one years ago)

I ate the crayons;
burning construction paper --
glue tastes like pancakes.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 06:55 (twenty-one years ago)

shiva of kid art?
destroyer of tiny worlds?
here, have a doughnut.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 06:57 (twenty-one years ago)

One troll doll is all:
closed eyes looking at its speen;
I once knew Greenjeans.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 06:57 (twenty-one years ago)

o zibbledeeglick!
all big eyes and purple spleen;
i miss your owner.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 07:01 (twenty-one years ago)

i could build cities,
Lego-worlds in ancient eyes;
Or just BBQ.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 07:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Horse rides a junky;
banana bites a monkey:
limpet is funky

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 07:18 (twenty-one years ago)

back to the ocean;
the psychedelic potion
rejects addiction.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 07:19 (twenty-one years ago)

AIM for me she said
radiofreealbmuth
better than talmud.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 07:24 (twenty-one years ago)

but is the talmud
better than Archie comics,
the malt shop bulldozed?

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 07:51 (twenty-one years ago)

deeper, fulfilling;
not Happy Days in color
On Channel Seven.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 07:54 (twenty-one years ago)

The Revolution now:
Pinky Tuscadero
leaves town for the next show.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 08:02 (twenty-one years ago)

A sty on stale ham bisque
Mauve cords wet from cuff dip
Drunkard asleep with itch

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 08:05 (twenty-one years ago)

ew.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 08:08 (twenty-one years ago)

Bedbugs swarm out messages,
the braille felt in my slumber:
a series of legs letting me know
about mandibles biting me
to spell it out in red welts
ready for the morning.

Pass the salve and toothpaste . . .
I must make much haste.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 08:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Goldbond brand denture cream
Pink pants and silk bow
Teleprompter afire

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 26 January 2004 08:16 (twenty-one years ago)

Calamine-ku

sink into bubbles,
soothing the itch and the heart;
Tomorrow, new day.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 January 2004 08:19 (twenty-one years ago)

Free-Form

"Awaken!", she said,
"Self-exile is most futile."
Damn it, she's correct.

The resolve wasn't there
And therefore I do stare
At a screen no longer bare
But rather, like a hare,
A-ready and a-flare
For competition I so dare
To re-enter.

And the lady doth hit "Enter".
And then "Submit".

― As Sweet As Melody (Dee the Lurker), Monday, 26 January 2004 09:24 (twenty-one years ago)

Submit

Form-fishing without a harpoon,
casting a net about,
frantic, knotted
kelp and Buster Keaton moves; you're all
glasses wondows, woodless doorways, trains
tunneling absently towards Bethlehem
Steel and lidless furnace-
sharpened eyes don't blink.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 01:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Dragging in the kelp
Unaided, without help
Protests packaged in a yelp
Needing trout, whiting, or cod
Instead of things decidedly odd
A pretty hoof inelegantly shod
A fair figurine, faded and aged
A tin gunboat showing the battles it waged
A record of a performance so long ago staged
All that is desired is a fish
Fine enough for a succulent dish
And holding out for this simple wish
Can get rather tiring.
(Though there's no chance of retiring.)

― Mellow Dee (Dee the Lurker), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 04:58 (twenty-one years ago)

jack and monchichi
standing indoors: a hallway.
feline form obscures.

― gygax! (gygax!), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 05:09 (twenty-one years ago)

bold catfight ensues.
Eather be sipping milkshakes
in okinawa.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 05:37 (twenty-one years ago)

oops. Rather

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 05:44 (twenty-one years ago)

Farewell fair poets;
I will tuck my verse away;
Go to the sleeping.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 06:05 (twenty-one years ago)

monchichi is bigger than my head,
leaping on and sinking my bed.

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 06:37 (twenty-one years ago)

domo-kan rises
in search of sugar, butter;
settles for photo.

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 28 January 2004 06:57 (twenty-one years ago)

another haiku
i seek before soft sleeping;
so where is jack cole?

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 28 January 2004 07:04 (twenty-one years ago)

A sack of indelicate flour:
it's dainty feet burned
by the wet ground and rain,
eyes distantly dreaming
of opened bags of food,
the rattle of the dish
with a face inside of it.

Someday, the Violin Factory
or suture for the needy.

― jack cole (jackcole), Wednesday, 28 January 2004 07:04 (twenty-one years ago)

oh, no fate so ignoble
for fluffy fluffy there--
too cute!

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 28 January 2004 07:07 (twenty-one years ago)

ILE has been good to me tonight;
i have seen monchichi and all things
buttery and delicious;
read a clever poem,
from the Laureate of Fabulousness;
and now am ready for
soft pillows.!

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 28 January 2004 07:55 (twenty-one years ago)

Today brings ruin and sturm und drag queens;
Avast matey, it's clouded over and evil
Is on the horizon!
No amount of good can compensate
what the landlubber made away with,
and I will be forced to mobilize legal slumlords
in self-defense, lacking reassurance.
Arrrgghhh.

― Orbit (Orbit), Thursday, 29 January 2004 02:20 (twenty-one years ago)

one gin and tangelo later,
i peek at monchichi's furry goodness
rotund, perfect
and i am happy once more.

― Orbit (Orbit), Thursday, 29 January 2004 06:05 (twenty-one years ago)

Martini-ku

Two gin tangelos
everything gets furry, round;
Time again for sleep.

― Orbit (Orbit), Thursday, 29 January 2004 07:07 (twenty-one years ago)

11:57 pm Haiku

Pink lavalamp
gives soft light, liquid bubbles;
Turmoil in the mind.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 30 January 2004 06:57 (twenty-one years ago)

Three round cold orbs stacked
one on top of another;
It could be Burl Ives.

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 31 January 2004 04:42 (twenty-one years ago)

Icle Ivanhoe "Burl" Ives
was a 33rd Degree Mason
with a secret handshake and smile
and a itty bitty tear
dripping from his strummed guitar.

― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 31 January 2004 04:56 (twenty-one years ago)

his guitar wept icy
tears? arcane secrets were his?
i truly marvel.

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 31 January 2004 05:02 (twenty-one years ago)

snowblind, snowdrift, quiet blizzard;
every word a cloud, a snowflake,
template for others' meaning;
they kick and scream,
perceiving what is not there, aggressive
in their screeching, unable to see their words
are wintery projections of what is written
in the ice on their ownsouls, not soon to melt.
I sit by a fire, lock the door.

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 31 January 2004 08:06 (twenty-one years ago)

Burl lived in Anacortes
and lived to a ripe old age
until caught by cancer.
He gave up his car seat
to Patsy Cline to be nice.

― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 31 January 2004 08:13 (twenty-one years ago)

i have a patsy cline brain cell;
it gave me a past
but didn't cut me short.

Burl, I would liked to have met,
before caught, stopped
by tiny cells proliferating
in the Anacortes night.

Would he have given a chair?

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 31 January 2004 08:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Mister Burl Ives
does live and thrive
inside the heart
of 'pataphysics.

he is the ubu
of last century
and the avatar
of not just this
but even next.

we have rebuilt
worse than before,
removing his heart
to be replaced
by hot nachos
and bottled beer.

― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 31 January 2004 21:49 (twenty-one years ago)

Listening to the Gamelan
while sitting at my desk at work
thinking about productivity
while drinking lukewarm coffee:

i still feel wet from all the rain
and i hear people eating lunch
under the clank of metal
and spinning fans everywhere.

3 and a half hours to go
one grain of sand at a time
while i crawl out of my skin
to crash out the exit and leave.

Without an epidermis
the weather will surely sting.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 1 February 2004 01:36 (twenty-one years ago)

i lie on the neverending couch
of eternal comfort;
typing with one finger, under a blankie.

i think about the relative importance of
comfy spots, and warm things

i mourn that people are un-innocent
un-otter like; and full of fear.
when they could frolic and be happy.

pass the butter, i am feeling.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 1 February 2004 19:43 (twenty-one years ago)

i hear sometimes otters
make good ink blotters
and are good with tools
when they dont drool.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 1 February 2004 22:27 (twenty-one years ago)

they can bang oysters together
better than monkeys;
and frolic in the water
like cheerful torpedoes,
intent, aimed, precise,
and smiling.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 1 February 2004 22:57 (twenty-one years ago)

there is a map on the wall
that tells me the time.
i don't tell it there isn't any;
and it is very patient with my silence.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 2 February 2004 07:05 (twenty-one years ago)

bump

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 3 February 2004 06:45 (twenty-one years ago)

Bumpity

Green bump and fred worm
you both make me squirm
while the librarian reads
about nap inducing good deeds.
When will the zoo lady show up
with a tamarin in a dixie cup?

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 3 February 2004 07:57 (twenty-one years ago)

Wow, those of us outside the Pacific Northwest are truly deprived!

I am transfixed,
Bumpity, with your
mushroom mentor, in
crabgrass technicolor;
i long to gaze upon you
for the first time ever,
in VHS or DVD;
oh come to me!

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 04:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Fred Worm waits without a squeak,
Bumpity never ever stopping
his ceaseless drone of talking.
Fred Worm daydreams of:
lawnmowers, moles and weeds
to spread across his smug skin.
Fred Worm squeaks, "Oh when, oh when!"

― jack cole (jackcole), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 04:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Worm Chevalier of Portland

Is he ever got
by the mower blade, or rot?
To Fred Worm in his dreams,
do moles hatch evil schemes?
And,
does Bumpity's background noise
by contrast give Fred poise?
A thousand questions assume
the presence of soft mushrooms.

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 04:26 (twenty-one years ago)

Fred Worm giggles to himself
when looks over and realizes
that Bumpity has big buck teeth.
"At least I am not a lump
like that no good bump."

― jack cole (jackcole), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 04:29 (twenty-one years ago)

My beard is in a paper bag
sleeping next to the sink
where it likes to rest and think
about why its is so large and grey
and why it had to go away.

My beard crawls out of its sack
to creep about after midnight.
It watches infomercials and drinks
whatever is left in the fridge
or sometimes it invites its friends
to come over and play bridge.

― jack cole (jackcole), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 04:40 (twenty-one years ago)

i should like to see this sight,
sometime late at night
no doubt that i would marvel
at the vigor of it all
i am ready to be imported
to view this beard,
transported.

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 05:53 (twenty-one years ago)

At the trading post
they wont let me give
twenty or so pelts
for one jad fair single
to listen to in my hut
while the bears
topple over trashcans
and the racoons frolic
in the moonlight,
dancing with my beard.

― jack cole (jackcole), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 08:21 (twenty-one years ago)

does monchichi squeal with delight
on these beard-dancing nights?

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 08:45 (twenty-one years ago)

bump

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 06:19 (twenty-one years ago)

Fred, is that you?

― Bumpity (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 06:28 (twenty-one years ago)

Bumpity!

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 06:30 (twenty-one years ago)

I am full of worms
and decaying leaves
and other things
that will never leave.

― Bumpity (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 06:33 (twenty-one years ago)

it makes fred glad to know
that you will always grow;
and provide a place to rest,
permanence, and so

fred slithers to your side,
and eats a gnat
that tried to hide

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 06:36 (twenty-one years ago)

Le lapin saigne beaucoup de larmes,
ses pieds tapant sur l'herbe,
les lames se noient dans la boue
d'un animal confus
dont les entraillessont sucrerie,
doux et sensible.

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Quand le lapin est mort,
il est tombé vers le bas doucement.
Les bactéries et les oiseaux
ont picoté loin à lui,
laissant l'os lisse
et un crâne vide
en lesquels une fée
a vécu affilant
des éclats de
métal lumineux
pour poignarder dans les yeux
des enfants mauvais.

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:07 (twenty-one years ago)

J'ai trouvé d'un petit le crâne lapin,
le prenant et lui prenant la maison.
Je l'ai placée au-dessus de mon lit
où elle a regardé fixement vers le bas moi,
courbé vers le haut et en sommeil
dansl'obscurité blanc de la nuit.

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:10 (twenty-one years ago)

doux le lapin peut être mais
je ne crois pas qu'il saigne des larmes
du sang;
et ainsi je saute à cloche-pied loin
pour voir ce qui ce des
moyens à moi.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:11 (twenty-one years ago)

La viande et les os,
les orteils et les téléphones
dans warren
des lapins amers liés
pour se dévorer
pour le dîner.
Dimanche est spécial.

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:13 (twenty-one years ago)

le dimanche spécial,
le plat bleu;
est vous.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:16 (twenty-one years ago)

quand les singes montent des lapins
et les nonnes changent leurs habitudes,
les messages dans des bouteilles
ne ralentiront une fois jamais.

la marée le prendra en Chine
pour qu'elle soit a cassé ouvert par le passé,
le verre brisé sur le bois
et le message pris.

AYEZ BESOIN DE PLUS DE BANANES !

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:21 (twenty-one years ago)

drole!

Les nonnes, les singes, les lapins
et les bananes cabriolent sur une
île là-bas, en mer profonde.

j'ai besoin d'un appareil-photo!

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:25 (twenty-one years ago)

Bumpity contre l
e bêcheur de trou de poteau :
une absence des collines
et d'un vide
à remplir rapidement
de plus de saleté.

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:34 (twenty-one years ago)

C'est profonde, ca....vraiment.
du Zen!

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:36 (twenty-one years ago)

fred dit au regard de bumpity:
dehors ne laissez pas
le bêcheur de poteau
vous rendre existentiel !!

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:40 (twenty-one years ago)

où est jack cole ?
nous ferez-vous plus de poésie ?

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 6 February 2004 07:47 (twenty-one years ago)

bumpity?

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 8 February 2004 01:03 (twenty-one years ago)

Schlapp iz tyuuuat
Nodqwe nimm yui ba
mnbav trosk myutior
sanwy ni tyuuuat phi!

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 8 February 2004 01:41 (twenty-one years ago)

Trosk? Nap zio!
Trosk! Yit qui!
Trosk? Juh ixo!
Trosk! Mik asd!

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 8 February 2004 01:42 (twenty-one years ago)

Hyta trosk, "Moonj lat",
ni pangi kliap tititiby
uj vacdref sanlm trosk
"Bthi, bthi, bthi jik jik!"

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 8 February 2004 01:44 (twenty-one years ago)

wtf?
omg!
lmfao?

voy a decirte una cosa para que te sepas:

hablas un idoma normal, amor!
esto no puedo;
digame que me vas a escribir enfrente
de un gran fuego;
en una lengua que puedo entenderlo.
El portgugues, el frances, y el espanol;
No puedo mas,
y hay que oir tu poesia mas!

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 9 February 2004 01:00 (twenty-one years ago)

bump

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:08 (twenty-one years ago)

The bears have broken
into my internet cabin,
which I thought was
safe nestled in the woods,
and tore the shit
out of everything.
I did not provoke them
but came they did
tear off all of my lids
unable to even read
or remember my deeds.

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:25 (twenty-one years ago)

oh dear.
i perceive disarray in bit-land;
ones and zeroes in Romance languages I understand,
But hexadecimal and tongues escape me.

do recall,
in the half-sleep of morning,
that the bears can put the lids back on,
if they want to.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:32 (twenty-one years ago)

in an alternate universe
you ignore the bears;
and glibly leave trash in the driveway,
dare them to rip it asunder.

you site inside, beside a fire
sipping cognac;
secure in the truth.
i have been there, too.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:37 (twenty-one years ago)

*nudges the soft earth*
bumpity? you ok?

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 04:13 (twenty-one years ago)

bump.

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 11 February 2004 05:02 (twenty-one years ago)

jack cole is beyond okay...

he is the surrogate monchichi summoner/world of pooh petitioner.

― gygax! (gygax!), Wednesday, 11 February 2004 05:11 (twenty-one years ago)

― Orbit (Orbit), Thursday, 12 February 2004 07:24 (twenty-one years ago)

gygax!, hstencil, jack cole
http://www.alwaysaffordablegifts.com/gift-ideas/other-gift-pics/monkey-31164b.jpg

― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Thursday, 12 February 2004 07:30 (twenty-one years ago)

i am sad.

― Orbit (Orbit), Thursday, 12 February 2004 08:01 (twenty-one years ago)

that was great, @d@ml.
though i won't ask
which monkey is which.

― jack cole (jackcole), Thursday, 12 February 2004 08:03 (twenty-one years ago)

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:13 (twenty-one years ago)

(.)

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:20 (twenty-one years ago)

((.))

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:21 (twenty-one years ago)

--((.))--

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:24 (twenty-one years ago)

|--((.))--|

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:31 (twenty-one years ago)

*|--((.))--|*

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 13 February 2004 08:11 (twenty-one years ago)

*|--((.))((.))--|*

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 08:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Roses are red.
Violets are blue;
Manatees are grey
O what will I Do?

Lichen is green,
Coral is pink;
Valentine's Day
is close, I think.

Vinyl is black,
blue is the sea;
a virtual card
here is,
for thee.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 08:28 (twenty-one years ago)

eight months pass...

revive

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 30 October 2004 00:17 (twenty years ago)

what do we do
on this thread?
Is it to write,
with style and verve,
words that do not necessarily
rhyme with each other
that we come?

fuck that for a lark at this
time of the morning.

― darragh.mac (darragh.mac), Saturday, 30 October 2004 00:28 (twenty years ago)

Shock, disbelief, complete amazement --
Gorgeous flora broke through the pavement!
Once, before, a lifetime ago
Amidst the gray canvas did God's hands sow
Radiant pansies and daisies and mums
Scattered to the rhythm of distant drums
And watered by an alien child
Who stopped to see gardens so elegantly styled
Surrounding her miniscule paradise --
Fragrant wonders, they all smelled so nice!
A sight to behold, the child did agree,
With elegant benches laid out romantically
Dotting the graceful and well thought-out path.
A pool large enough for a manatee's bath.
The small intruder skipped happily away
She'll be bedazzled again, some other day.

― Accept No Substitutes (Dee the Lurker), Saturday, 30 October 2004 06:53 (twenty years ago)

two years pass...

I found this. I give you now.

― Aimless, Wednesday, 11 April 2007 17:24 (eighteen years ago)

2004. man.

where is burl ives when you need him to paint this place in whiskey?
m.

― msp, Thursday, 12 April 2007 02:39 (eighteen years ago)

http://www.pataphysics-lab.com/argumentum/

not updated in a long time, but his last.fm is recent.

anybody got a bird caller?
m.

― msp, Thursday, 12 April 2007 02:46 (eighteen years ago)

seven years pass...

A lovely thread, full of pleasant delights. Oh, where are you now jack cole and will you make us poetry?

― Aimless, Friday, 5 September 2014 18:32 (ten years ago)

two weeks pass...

RIP jack cole, Darren Misener of Portland, OR passed away yesterday morning.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 05:57 (ten years ago)

fuck, that's awful news

― john wahey (NickB), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 07:12 (ten years ago)

bumping this in case people missed it :(

― john wahey (NickB), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 13:19 (ten years ago)

i was really broken up about this last night. i could not handle it. though "jack" had not been a very active ILX poster in years, we kept in touch on facebook and talked a lot about music and cats and the like. he was one of the most supportive people when i was doing radio -- would listen if he was around and always be so kind. this is really terrible and hard. he was not terribly old.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 14:33 (ten years ago)

can't say i really engaged with him at all here, but he always seemed to be a clever and witty poster with great taste in music. do you know what happened to him?

― john wahey (NickB), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 14:48 (ten years ago)

I remember Martin Skidmore asking Jack Cole, many years ago, somewhere on here, if he took his name from the great cartoonist Jack Cole. Just a funny little interaction between two ILXORS who are now both gone. Sad.

― sʌxihɔːl (Ward Fowler), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 14:51 (ten years ago)

natural causes.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 15:01 (ten years ago)

god damn it that guy was awesome, RIP fellow LAFMS fan

take care ian, sorry you had to break the news

― sleeve, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 15:26 (ten years ago)

i only met the guy once. he was visiting new york and we had some beers with hstencil & other old-school noise board crew. very sad.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 15:29 (ten years ago)

wwwaaaaaaaht this is crazy
met him a couple times when he was living here in SF, actually currently live across from his old place.
RIP

― Οὖτις, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 20:55 (ten years ago)

he had some space-rock band at the time, can't remember the name but I had a tape of 'em.

― Οὖτις, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 20:58 (ten years ago)

I greatly enjoyed his presence on threads such as this one. RIP Darren.

― Aimless, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 21:19 (ten years ago)

jeez...i've been around long enough to remember his posts. i liked this dude.

― LIKE If you are against racism (omar little), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 21:21 (ten years ago)

Fond memories of visiting DDM in Portland to see go eat, drink beer, see shows & shop at Powell's, as well as his book buying visit jaunts down to Northern California.

One especially epic evening in SF started at La Taqueria and ended at a sublimely bombastic two+ hour show by The Dead C (circa New Electric Music/The Damned) at Club Galia (now a Cajun dance club). They had to pull the plug on them to get them to stop playing.

Totally gutted by this, but pausing to remember the good times. Rest in peace my friend.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QVelULWPFY

― citation needed (Steve Shasta), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:05 (ten years ago)

btw 357 (!!!) of his mixes are available online here:
http://8tracks.com/5g19

― citation needed (Steve Shasta), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:13 (ten years ago)

wow, thanks for that

― sleeve, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:20 (ten years ago)

rip mr jack cole

― Milton Parker, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:37 (ten years ago)

rip

― xyzzzz__, Wednesday, 24 September 2014 10:43 (ten years ago)

four years pass...

RIP jack cole, Darren Misener of Portland, OR passed away yesterday morning.

― ian, Monday, September 22, 2014

This thread is worthy of periodic revival. The man is still here.

― A is for (Aimless), Thursday, 11 April 2019 20:48 (six years ago)

A repository of his art:

https://twitter.com/eelobrien

― Jersey Al (Albert R. Broccoli), Thursday, 11 April 2019 21:00 (six years ago)

Jesus fuck, I had no idea jack cole died. I also had no idea I'd contributed anything to this thread. The things one forgets due to life's interference. A much belated RIP to jack cole (and a couple of tears shed on behalf of the always-missed Martin Skidmore, who was always a solid friend).

― The Colour of Spring (deethelurker), Thursday, 11 April 2019 22:04 (six years ago)

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