Terry Crack Satchel

[Axanderdeath]

I am a judge for poetry
they sent me 93 poems
I have read 6
i liked half of them

you know I feel
sick
sick to my stomach
sick with anticipation
not a good sick
not a bad one

you fucking inspire me
you make me sick

I am inspired
I want to write for hours about
doing nothing
about
how we gave the parking lot attendant
the name
Terry Crack Satchel
what was that crack satchel up to?
Selling drugs to people
parking there cars
left to drunkenly pull out
of a carefully designed
parking lot
the sharp eyes and exacting eye
of cracksatchel

people in my
sad
forlorn alleyway

you happy and smiling
looking at
depraved
waste
and anthropological view
better then pbs nature shows

better then
underground
newyork home bums

vancouver is a shining diamond of
all thing that cities are about
and your gone
leaving
gone

it is too hot
cracksatchel was not around last night...

while slept in
euphoria

anticipation hurts my stomach

reality is harsh
reality is all we get
reality is what you make it

thank you

GAP

[Nazz]

"write for hours about doing nothing"...

That's kinda been my thing too...
"Terry Crack Satchel".. That's a good one.