February 2012
17 posts
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Firefly Smears
www.twitter.com/nickorsini …poetry is very much alive and ok and it can sound like your favorite songs and your favorite movie lines …and it doesn’t have to be made by old men or old women or taught in a stuffy way in schools. Poetry is meant to live and breathe and exist for people who need it most.
I smeared a firefly on the post of my deck…
and the glow lasted longer...
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Hip City
www.twitter.com/nickorsini …I will fill your feed with my seed.
My hair is piled like a sandwich-
grease between flopping locks.
My beard stinks like breakfast…
all undergrowth and stray pipe-
cleaners spiraling from my face.
And she grabs me before I leave-
just some words out there in the
clean, weather-broken atmosphere.
A hipster buttons a Naval jacket
as he runs up the...
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Coffee Grounds for Eyes.
www.twitter.com/nickorsini ..this poem is a sad one. Follow me. Let’s talk.
She breathes into the phone, just a couple cracking notes
of an embattled melody and a defeated song. We used to
stay up, stoned, trying to dust, vacuum and mop…then we’d
staple up blankets and lock windows shut …sleep through
a Sunday, do our best to start our week without waking up.
Now she...
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Watchthis is a poem I wrote about a Memorial Day weekend that I apparently can’t remember …oh well. If I could chose to remember every Memorial Day weekend, this is how I’d see them all playing out.
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See The Police Coming
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My body took a beating as I flew off the swings…
and I connected inky stars as the ground came
into and out of focus underneath me. My friends got
busted on the reservation for being too high.
They stood with edges of sneakers hanging over the
steepest hill topping suburban homes none of
us could loan enough to buy- Patterning the roofs...
Anonymous asked: Where's the best place to start when it comes to getting your writing out there?
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She Can Write.
She spelled out her name with Smarties
in the cup holder of my car. And as I sped
down that hill that drops off…her name
became another jumbled clause in the
sentence that runs us on. I used to drive
my father’s V8 late down Parkway lanes…
I sped us back from Memorial Days filled
up to their brims with mistakes. We took
bathroom doors off walls to keep our friends
from...
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Watchthis is a poem about a night my sophomore year of college, when the girl I liked made out with someone else at a party. Milk drop bowls for life.
Follow me? That’d be awesome. I’m a little bit funny and a lotta bit beardy.
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Shit and Romance
well hello dearest Tumblr. Happy Friday. That mug up there is from my screening of Can’t Hardly Wait.
So I wanted to just remind you that I like you all. Happy almost-Valentine’s Day…you guys have plans? I’m taking a darling lady to Medieval Times in Lyndhurst to watch some Full Metal Jousting.. write to me…you guys planning anything romantic?
Also: if you need...
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Waffle House Money
I burned a dollar bill on a subway train today
and watched people chase the ashes as
they blew away. They hung on seats, leaving
specks and streaks of black, useless currency.
I roasted a cigarette outside of a Waffle House
somewhere in Florida’s warm chest. I searched
for some dollars to tip the carnival waitress who
lovingly brought us our check. But it was ripped leather
and...
tasteistheenemyofcreativity asked: this could be easy or this could be tough, i've read a bit of your stuff and i'd think its one of the beats but-- favorite poet?
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Airplane Bottle Party.
www.twitter.com/nickorsini …I’m not going to sugar coat it. You should follow me. I’m healthy for your feed.
I blame the bridge over the quad…
for why I talked to you so much
that year I spent growing up.
Writing you letters in Sharpie
so parts of words were left
behind for me to re-read.
We all bleed through paper
into these little black pools
we swim through...
comfortinthis asked: Your video this morning opened some sort of part in me that I've shut off for so long. And now, I can't stop reading (and watching) your stuff. You got a gift, sir.
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Gas Station Stars
In my town, there are wooden stars painted gold
hanging on a gas station fence for all the kids who
aren’t coming home. And the font betrays just how
serious the message…just a name and a visage…
a sight we can’t unsee. And this wish, just a tank
on empty, makes me drive miles away so I don’t
have to see those names that grew up with me.
In my town, we...
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Watch…this is a poem about one night, my sophomore year in college, when I got some bad news that I handled really, really poorly. Don’t mind my morning face/breath.
www.twitter.com/nickorsini …I tweet about Batman and cereal and all good things.
www.facebook.com/maddenonrookie …it’s really me.
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Yesterday's History. Tomorrow's the Future....
I had this dream when I was a kid that my friends and I would own a movie theater. We’d play what we wanted, when we wanted, for people who wanted to see good movies with better people. We don’t own the theater, but tonight we made this dream a reality. Come watch Can’t Hardly Wait with everyone on the Read at the Show team, the podcasters from TellMeSomething.org, the artists...
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8
You can tattoo a sideways 8 on your hand
but know you aren’t coming back up.
Then there’s the brown and the smoke…
the things that depress you in bathtubs…
drinking alone.
In my mind, I never left that night on the phone…
when she told me foreign mouths make her feel home.
I had to let her go. Goodbye. So long.
And if everything works out for me, I will never...