March 29-April 4, 2010: Charles Guillotteand Ryan Weaver

Ross Leese
voodoodollmaker@yahoo.com

 

Bio (auto)

I am Providence I’ve been in LA for a little over a year I’m an artist and a poet I publish a blog on blogster called voodoodollhouse I’ve done two readings in the last two months One at the cultural center in Little Tokyo, and one at the CC Coffee bean on Los Angeles, both were open mikes, both were good.

The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Charles Guillotte and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Fish Dog Sam

He squirms and squeals
And reels on his heels
At what the sun reveals

“Everyone in this town talks to themselves”
He yells at himself
“That’s not counting the blue tooth
Just the green tooth
And the yellow eyed
Who roll on the ground
And spit out hands
To grab you.”

Fish Dog Sam
If ever he swam
He’d of sank for sure
Like a deep sea lure
His heels on the keel
Know how the sun must feel

“I’ve a beard that hangs down to my cock
And I have pissed into my whiskers
But I don’t sneeze on my feet no more.”

Then he did the dance where his feet clapped like hands
And his knees hit his stoney elbows
He barked like a fish like a dog like a man
he flopped like a Fish Dog Sam


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Ryan Weaver
weaverramon@gmail.com

 

Bio (auto)

My name is Ryan Weaver I am 25 years old and live in Aliso Viejo, California I have been writing progressively for about 5 years now, though I have been writing altogether for about 7 years I try to draw most of what I do from the immediate and common.

The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Ryan Weaver and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

 

Economic Exiles

And Greece,
mother to logic,
this sanctuary of
reason has even been
wounded The system, which
one?
Indifferant to ideas
this stale, stagnating
dieing organism,
constructed diabolically It’s eating itself Its own So Greece, she cries
while they tie
her down;
kicked out to
the street It’s time to grow up You’re on your own.