Wait. What?

When he isn't talking your ear off about existentialism, pro-wrestling and the incredibly interesting things that happen in his comparatively mundane life, Dan occasionally writes the poetry he mentions so often. Here it is.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Junkbox: Performing Poetry Workshop (Sept 16th 2010)


I... that is, me, see,
I feel the...
I feel the express need
To tell you, you
To tell you all about me, me
All be it, cryptically.

See, I...
It, it gives me great pleasure,
To confess, yes, pleasure,
To confess how much I enjoy tea,
Sexually, yes, tea.

I taunt it.
See, it...
It likes to be stirred
Yes it does, it does
It likes to be stirred till it's done
By plastic stick or by spoon or asbestos thumb
Yes it likes to be stirred till it's ready to come
to your lips and be held on the tounge.

So I don't. No, no I don't.
I dip. Yes, I dip.
Just the tip,
Just the tip so the milk doesn't mix
So the milk get's to split, get's to splinter and spread
Till I go in again, first the tip, then more,
The all the way in,
Spelling my name with broad strokes
The alphabet trick at work.

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