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www.twitter.com/nickorsini …follow me. I can’t lead anyone.
A celebrity is accused of a rape that’s statutory…
just a man acting on a sickness. We let him off
the hook because Twitter is pretentious. Our
opinions can’t be as valuable as Mario Lopez’s
ability to listen. The news glosses over the story
in a script designed to be horror-movie scary.
It’s an election year. Someone alert Wes Craven.
My favorite band just went acoustic because all
the members left to go to college. Oh well…
ch-ch-ch changes. I boot up my old tower and,
after an hour, I can finally launch Encarta. I look
up Lyndon B. Johnson because I like the pictures.
LBJ pinned a medal on my father during Vietnam.
All those out-loud birthdays couldn’t be wrong.
www.twitter.com/nickorsini …here we go.
My beard trimmer shaped me into an underdog
because I don’t look like Andre 3000. I still make
my beats to bounce off rusty fire escapes on these
expensive streets. A friend in Chicago asks what
hipster means …I tell him it’s when Johnny Rotten
is just a t-shirt and some orange hair dye combed
in. I walked down to Wall Street to spit on the police
only to have black glasses ask if she could write a blog
post about me. I spit into my empty coffee cup instead.
The mall smells like Wetzel’s Pretzels and Zumiez is
playing The Bends. So I buy up some jeans that come
with a warning:
every pair is not like the others.
when in doubt, wash these again.
www.twitter.com/nickorsini ..I know you don’t follow too many poets. Cmon.
Francis’ Bar Mitzvah ends with a mix CD
…a Spirograph of Third Eye Blind and Matchbox
20. The girls have legs and hips. The boys have
chips and dip. The parking lot is cold with
up-too-late parents giving out rides home.
Erick’s mom’s Volvo smells like an urn full of
wet towels …and we pile in, leaving the safety
features fallible. Erick’s mom has a hard
life, spent unpacking lunch meat and throwing
it on ice. We listen to Saves the Day on a
computer that’s cow-box nice. We are all Rio
MP3 players and flashlight, dirt path hikes.
Francis never knew who to invite …so he picked
the boys with skinned knees and the girls with
highlights. We don’t listen to Rob or Stephen …
We just cough on cigarettes at night.
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Mr. A-Z all about the wordplay
wrecked my Monday.
My friends hold voles in their
talons to get laid.
Hello. Is it me you’re looking for?
Nope. Sorry. Wrong door.
My mom bought me a globe for my
birthday decades before…
I peeled the paper so that there was
just a cardboard earth.
No cities or states or water or beach…
Borders to be breached.
Neil Young gave me his sideburn hair.
I kept it in a sandwich bag.
..Just waiting for the day those strands
would string my ax and help
me become whole again.
That day never came.
So, I’m not sure how many of you have heard of Thought Catalog, but they were kind enough to allow me to come on board as a contributor. Check out my writing and my bio! Here’s my first article about the golden age of professional wrestling:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/professional-wrestling-has-lost-its-edge/
This is a huge step for me …thanks to the editors at the site for making this article great. If you’ve ever watched wrestling, enjoy!
verymerrryhappy asked: so,question! have you ever thought about writing/making a movie,or even a short film of sorts? i feel like you could make a very pretty movie plot line. whilst reading your work,sometimes i picture in my head how it could so easily become a short film or something,so i was just pondering that&thought i'd ask:]
I wrote a few short screenplays in college. One was about Mark Summers regressing into drug use and freaking out on the set of What Would You Do. The other was actually a pretty gory horror/comedy one I wrote with my best friend called The Bloody Blowout …about a kid who gets tired of being bullied by guidos, so he kills them and scalps their blowouts to make a giant blowout head-dress. Very odd stuff. Both of those were from about 2010, and they were so weird that I kind of stopped writing screenplays lol.
That being said, if any of you like one of these poems, and you’d like to create a visual piece to go along with them, I’d be happy to collaborate with you! I love working with new people so if you’re a filmmaker looking for some material, and you like a story in one of these poems, send me a message on here and let’s make something out of it.
btw …anyone interested in buying the Bloody Blowout script/concept from me, it’s for sale lol.
www.twitter.com/nickorsini …follow time! It’s like hammer time, but better.
The Bouncing Souls played my birthday party
and Sheena passed out in my lap.
And afterwards we went to the diner, but the
douchebags had the diner packed…
And there was the punk rock of 1994, reminding
us to break down diner doors.
We just kept on with the Sega wrestling and the
Coca-Cola fizzy waterboard.
Someone read Time Out: New York over a horn,
at a rally, to the protestors.
And a city offered up its best braised beef only to
feed a Coleman-tent fortress.
The Bouncing Souls broke up this morning…it
never made the nightly news.
We burned a city block, melted the sidewalks, to take
back the diner from the douche.
So, first off, thanks to everyone who wrote me last week requesting a copy of my new book, Fingerless Gloves. The book is live in the Kindle store now! It’s only $6
http://www.amazon.com/Fingerless-Gloves-ebook/dp/B007T8E0QG
I encourage everyone who got a free PDF, or who buys the book above, to review it on Amazon. The more reviews I get, the better it looks on the site. So, after you’re done, even if you just star it and write a little something, it would mean a lot.
Also- I was the featured guest on the BookGuys podcast. I’m the first 20-30 minutes of the show. It’s a great interview about my books, poems, etc. Listen below in your browser:
http://bookguys.ca/episode-039-two-wrongs-make-a-vice/
or in iTunes
http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/book-guys-show/id447964069
