Buddy Wakefield - The Information Man

The first time I ever went to center street poetry the host performed this from memory and I was hooked. I went there every thursday for the next two years. Thanks for listening to my nostalgia. 

Do not follow my blog.
If you follow my blog you should unfollow now.
Do not interact with me via other web sites or applications or services or synonyms to these words.
Do not procreate.
Do not try to teach others your ideals.
Do not jerk off. A woman might accidentally use a used tissue to clean her vagina and unknowingly impregnate herself with the seed of an unworthy individual.
Do not complain about this post in my ask box.
Do not continue using tumblr.
Do not write fanmail to tony danza or pat robertson.
Do not eat kugel, you don’t deserve it.

Love Connor 

stwd:

This is me reading Shaken Not Stirred and Fa(s)t Food at Mojo Main, a bar in town
I apologize for the awkwardness but there are at least 4 reasons for it
1. I am awkward
2. I have not read either of these poems aloud often
3. I had been drinking
4. They’re poems about videogames and fast food, it’s supposed to be awkward

Anyway thanks for listening
Sorry for slipping up on Trevelyan’s name 

Also the recording ran long so there’s like 1/3rd of a sonnet on the end by someone I cant give credit to because I cant remember who went after me. Sorry.

last class before spring break is going to be all poetry sharing and chocolate so I figured I’d reblog myself.

Enjoy the awkwardness, or don’t. I don’t give a fuck.

I submitted 4 poems to the publication that held the brew haha coffeehouse. They were rejected, but thats cool cause I was lets say “enthusiastically requested” to read at their next event.

I will be submitting different poems for the next issues.

The rejected poems are “haiku of the dead” “shaken not stirred or: infanticide” “Sometimes I Like Poems Other Times I Don’t, it’s Kind of Like my Feelings on Lloyd Dobler’s Love Interest Diane Court” and “Awake a Wake”

Go check em out at stwd.tumblr.com cause those poems are golden and should be appreciated. Damn I’m humble haha.

Poetry on my other blog Silver Tongue White Devil go check it out, never seen before.

More coming soon when I stop anally editing everything I write

The fire pit sits huddled, neglected, feeling used from the night before
Growing cold at the core
Only embers and ash left from the flame it bore

The nights over but here we sit
On the soft grass near the tired fire pit
The only things between us are a near-empty bottle, a history, and commitments
The glitter around her eyes gleam in the sun rise
She’s radiant, a real proper home wrecker
Lips refreshing as the morning dew
It’s true, the dew is heavier on a hazy morning
And this morning is as hazy as my mind
She looks so fine, she feels so fine but what’s that gnawing at the back of my mind?

A truck. Jump back.

Wet roads and potholes.
Fishtailing tailgate, screeching tires clamor unsuccessfully to grasp asphalt
The chevy emblem contacts my sternum
Shattering ribs puncture gasping lungs, you take my breath away
the lacerated heart pumping blood into the unoccupied voids of my body
‘til it flows from my mouth like so many suddenly nullified promises, lies
And the thing my thoughts turn to as I lay pinned against this tree
Ashley…

Self Loathing quickly turns to panic
Who was in that truck? Did they see me? Do they know me?
Feet dirty and wet from the dew and regret
I lost my shoes, I lost my way
How do I tell her? What do I say?
Or do I partition my mind and forget this day?

It will come back

Long Gone Smile or: Bridge It PSS

The water under the drige is deep, dark and full of secrets
If I had your body that is where I’d keep it
When I went fishing to clear my mind
The memory of your long gone smile would creep in
And fill my head like your lungs when the water seeped in