if you want me to treat you like shit i will (Relearning the Alphabet)

A

i remember when i started writing on
both sides of pages
metaphorically, this is poetry
is everything metaphorical?
an infinitely sharp knife will cut you
into infinity pieces

B

how do you use the word Beautiful
what do you mean by it
i want my friends to never die
before i do

C

change
everything is always changing
constantly
for example,
when you hold your pen horizontally
the ink will start to not come out anymore
until you hold it vertical again
maybe that was a bad example

D

do i ever seem unsatisfied
because if i do
maybe i should start doing something
like
maybe i should think abt how much
i like music
but when it's quiet too it's nice

E

my neck hurts
the word every
i feel like an envelope
every time
on ee cumming's desk
everywhere
and my lower back too

F

effects pedals creating different sounds
on my bass guitar
i am a mosnter
e f g

G

the shape of things to come
and things that have been
we are sitting around a campfire
ban
jos

H

hi it is extremely nice to meet you
wow cool we have the same name

I

me one roman
how you think abt yourself
authoritive (authorite)
authoritvly
authoritatively
acceptance
acceptence

J

jumbo shrimpin
with my homies
you are an eagle
i said that to this
rele drunk kid

K

then me and my friend
kyle convinced him to drink a brisk
my friends name is actually jimmy lol
the metaphorical warmth under the blankets

L

there are so many meanings inside
you
it's something i love to think abt

M

do the right thing
or try to think more abt
doing the right thing

O

.i.tell.people.i.am.an.o.
.but.i'm.really.just.the.number.zero.
.oh.
.i.thought.you.were.a.circle.

it's funny how can mean nothing
and infinity
(i meant to write a symbol)
but we also or something

P

a person who is really tired
and misses sleeping next to his girlfriend
and everything abt her
as a person

Q

you can't win them all
there's one at every party

R

i hope i rember to go to the bathorom
before falling aslepe
brings up bad memories
do you every wonder how to read
how i wish they were real

S

i want to give you a unicorn
take a picture of your face
and keep it in my heart forever

T

tell me what you think my name means
but without every really telling me

U

i always like the lyrics
"but you, ya know, you are my favorite"
by coheed and cambria
in that song they made

V

my roommate isn't a fan of the term
"went viral," or "going viral"
he pretty much hates the internet

W

so much depends on the red
i'm just kidding i love you

X

i miss being excited abt the x-games

Y

i've got an idea
we name the band "yes"
oh wait somebody already did that

Z

get excited abt waking up tomorrow
or any day
for that matter
that's what matters

do i

so many people
worry abt so many things
that don't matter
including me

wut is luv

I want to text every second that im not talking to you
and
i want to abbrievuate my love for u so i can show it to you many more times

I want to text every second that im not talking to you and i want to abbrievuate my love for u so i can show it to you many more times

Because i wanted to send uit to u
Knowing im not perfect
But that i want to communicate my emotions to you as fast and real as opossible

When i abreivate i mean it more
It is a direct form of telling u how i feel
Of how excited i was to write it andf thatys why ist mispelled

conpletely potty trained

it's funny how such smart people will believe such 

stupid things

including me

i'm thinking about getting one of those piercings where your soul patch goes
or would go

we will

come and take me

it’s all alright
sing this to you
and me
tomorrow
I don’t
expect to not wanna
you can call me
anytime
you wanna
you will
and I will to

oranges

when you get stoned

u can’t concentrate
like orange juice
but like people who
complete all of their
assignments
stupid deviate
see what’s been accepted
everywhere else
look at it

you replace me with your cursive

you                  

replace          
me                   

strMMing            
 softly             
  soRry
   aLright

knoOne
UnDer
Why?

 Rall
  Raround

all
alone
d.d.d.
 lever(puller)
  with  your
    cursive 

candles

the pages in between

another book

I just couldn’t do it
I just couldn’t do it again

I can’t
I’m stupid

there’s nothing wrong with me
my handwriting is excellent

cursive is no longer being taught
to our children

and they are growing up
with candles

candles in libraries
on the internet

the library is no longer access
the internet is access

floridian superman

don't rele care abt my "internet presence"

legit thought abt posting "ill take your soul and make it my slave" as a comment on fbook

decided not to

constantly feeling "like i have to sneeze" and eyes watering

shit sux but its cool

read an article abt a domesticated deer in pulaski ny

feel bad if they kill it, feel bad for it in general

brought up the "trayvon martin case" today to my roomate and friend

friend expressed anger that the media originally labeled zimmerman "white"

kind of agree, he's hispanic, but what does that even matter

so a fatass spic gets his as beat by a scrawny nigger so he shoots him

sounds like a pussy to me

hope he doesn't get away with it, he started it

will the south ever rise again

or has the south risen again

i'm not racist but i'm white

i don't think george was a serious racist either

i think he was a fucking wanna be superhero

that deserves to be charged with something

but it's fucking florida

you might be able to get away with killing your own daughter in florida 

don't call me bro, bro

I'm at tgifriday and the bar manager keeps
calling me bro, it's kind of condescending

I'm all alone drinkin a bluemoon waiting for
amanda to ger off work and my half price
apps

I just unwrapped my silverware and set the
table for one

The bar manager told me his name is chris

Theres a blonde chick that talks in a really
high pitched baby voice, i think she thinks
she sounds cute

sick

my nose is running
down the railroad tracks
into the gym to the bassline
are there any tissues in this room
no great
iv'e got to include my blogging
in my analysis statement
duh. get ready to write
and be sick but then
get healthy again
if you want it
enough i am
looking at those
words upside down
and they
are beautiful

playing music in front of people | variations

playing music
in front of people

depends on what
kind of music you play

it's all in what you
don't say with your mouth

or write into the
air with unperfect sound

listening inside of our heads
and dancing you have to dance

to show them you like it
so we all can like it

i'm sure like bob dylan must have done it
even though i've never seen it done

Dont call me bro, bro

By a waiter

Being called bro

dog poem

i always
wanted to
do things
with my
poetry

take it off
it's leash
and let
it bite
the neighbors

you need to
take your
poem off
it's leash
and let
it dig thru
all of the
garbage
cans in
the neighbor
hood

floored

lay on
the floor
and use
your chest
as a table
while
listening
to music
a surface
to write
on i am
a surface
to write
on

poly pitch shifter

     sing in
     two octaves
     at once

     sing in
     three octaves
     at once

     sing in
     four octaves
     at once

then listen to
     yourself
     in the
     broken
     mirror

keep your lamps trimmed and burning

keep writing!
never stop
writing

keep your
lamps trimmed
and burning
light all of
your candles!

twirling your
body thru
all of that
scent

make it
happen

everything you write is beautiful (as you are)

(i must make sure to specify
in my will,
all of this)

i want to turn into my handwriting
when i die

my fingers are page numbers
making the cover out of my hair

my soul is stored in the letter L
and i will forever look out at you thru the letter s
look for me

make my bones into pencils
and use my nose as an eraser

put all of my emotion,
the emotions of my entire life
into an ink

cremate the remains
of my remains and
then digitize me

spreading them around
the internet

Im mad abt drug education write an essaty then u fuckin

lol

asshole

Fuckin jay leno

I lose faith in music
Well commercial music

a | bookmark

read without
your bookmark
tonight

you are my bookmark
you hold my place
in what
i am reading

you read with me
and you sleep with
me in the best parts of whatever
book we are reading

get upset

your stupid  scrapbooking
your not a poet
your a frikken scrapbooker of scrap
and words your a frikken scrappoemer
of scrap
and words
your frickening

how horrible a person i
must be
i'm not bob dylan
i'm not anything important
but i'm not stupid
but maybe i'm stupid
cause i can't write good
or bc i expect so much of myself all the time
but i've plenty of time
i do if i want it
if i stop wanting anything else
i can do whatever i want to
or maybe not
this is so pointless



this couch is gonna
break my back
(i wish all of my stress
would melt away
or evaporate)
i have eaten too much cheese
and submitted the wrong poems in school


i'm chris hanson dateline nbc
and we're doing a story on people who watch
to catch a predator


this back is gonna
break my back

this couch is gonna
break my couch

playing music in front of people | variations

playing music in front of people

playing beautiful music in front of beautiful people

playing beautiful music in front of ugly people

playing ugly music in front to ugly people

playing ugly music in front of beautiful people

playing music in front of no one, nobody, everybody

stafford forge | the chatter

a chipmunk is getting vocal abt something
how does it make that noise
such a cute
little noise

my legs are uncomfortable
as i want to think abt what
to do for the rest of the day

just another
intellectual
becoming
anti-intellectual

real smart kid
that's real smart
what am i saying
listen to yourself kid
no, listen

stafford forge | i'm in my candle when it's burning

how could i of let myself get this involved
"i don't think we're out of the woods yet"

what is fun anymore
what does all this mean
for me, it means a lot

at least I've been writing alot

there's some weird chipmunk sex going on over there

stafford forge | the story of my life

i fished for a little while and i didn't catch anything
i will sleep in my pine needle bed
as the breeze lightly blows over me
i will make our bed out of pine needles
i always thought it i lived in (went to) the woods
all of my problems would go away
i have come here to write poetry
feeling sad? write poetry sand? write poetry
pine sap? write poetry smelly shoes, no socks
write poetry mechanical pencil? write poetry
the poet exudes himself? into the forest
he has taken a seat on the floor of the earth
upon such a comfortable covering
he lays his head down
inside New Jersey's living room
of the forest
or what's left of the forest
according to the weather
everything is done according to the weather
in accordance to the sun or the rain clouds
the sound of a splash over by the water
everything is to be done over by the water
throw your cellphone
or whatever device
you keep time by
into the channel
i spied a chipmunk's
tail and thought it
was a squirrel's tail
the story of my life

stafford forge | the war

i can't get drunk anymore
i can experience nature
i can fold my legs and sit on the ground
feel the warmth of the sun
the warmth of the sun wants you to be healthier
and stronger
pine trees never wanted to be associated with sad songs
but i understand why you think that

the quiet
wind
that makes
everything
move

a blanket of pine needles cushioning my behind
why do they call a butt a behind?
it's not the only part that's behind you
divide my
body into
columns

what do we need to do to become successful somethings
go to the city or go to the woods
"there's no money in the woods"
said the tree
"they haven't made me into money yet"

the first bank of
North American
wilderness
open everyday
and on
weekends

the first bank of
a cloudless blue sky
i'd like to deposit
the sound of an airplane into my account

we're all out of pine needles so we're gonna have to pay you in pine cones
or bog water

the iron ore was
all made into
cannonballs
for the war

i am unsure whether or not i will catch anything with this fishing pole
"somethings need to be resolved," i thought
"you know what that is, what they are"
you're not an engine
you don't need your
oil changed
or new spark plugs

it's more abt how warm the water is
and being truthful and sacrifice
you need to make decisions abt the seasons
the seasons won't decide for you
have you listened to the woods lately
no i didn't think so

the porch

it's kind of like a lonliness togetherness type of thing
i just thought of every living fish on the planet at once

today is a very nice day
it is warm
i hope i write many poems abt today
and abt sitting on my porch in my underwear

a worthless poet, no
this isn't worthless this is worth something
if not much something is not a thing
always remember that kids
and adults

the grass is yellow + green from winter
the shadows make everything darker
but they are made by the sun
no, they are made by the things in this world

there are shadows made by poetry contests
and people being violent to each other

trees make the grass darker and clouds block the sun and remove all shadows, no create one
big shadow

a shadow so
big it can
darken a whole
flock of birds

but it's a shadow
that doesn't last
forever because
shadows don't
last forever

just like all the things i am doing wrong won't last forever
if i don't let them
and my poems won't always be abt the same things

and they won't always be abt how nice a day it is

and one day i hope to be sitting on my own
porch in
my underwear

not as a worthless poet
but as something
else
not a pizza boy
or a painter
but something else

did i write abt how nice a day it was  because
i didn't want to think abt other things?
yes
and
no

there are a lot of things i am afraid to think abt

that's scary

like what if
you could see
inside my
head and tell
me what i'm
thinking
would i be better
or worse off?

i guess i protect
myself through
metaphors i guess

nobody is truly organic

i am lucky that i am sane
or think i am
(you don't know what it means to win)
sanity is a beautiful girl
on a warm day

thinking that a bug is biting you
but there is no bug
just not always thinking that
appreciation
appreciating music
i'm tired of having to do my hw
and being tired all the time
and wanting to smoke weed
and writing abt it
and singing abt it
but its not wrong to think this is not enough

i just want sunshine to feel warm
on my skin again
to be organic
but nobody is truly organic
no matter how vegan you are
you still have to breathe air
you still have to drive a car
if you want to get to work

when faced with a mechanical pencil
you can choose to use it or
just keep everything inside your head
it's better to let it out
turn yourself into music and clouds
since when were your senses never
enough for you
since the day you were born
that's when

rumours

your gonna burn the apartment complex
down
you meant your apartment
building
as a metaphor for
an MFA program

i am a fan of stevie nicks
voice
i don't care how much
cocaine she did

sometimes i blur my vision
and admire the shape the
words make on the page.
i think i need a beer now

i watched a
lady almost
hit her head
and die
at this bar
called the
sleepy hollow

It's all the same you wrote me pros before and now another time, without thinking about what you wrote before, when you called yourself on the phone but didn't ask to come over so you sit and you think about your name.

The skateboards hanging on my walls know my name. They know my shoes and my feet. The guitar on my wall knows my hands and my fingers. You only know me from my poems, or maybe you don't, hello my name is Dana Walker.

I play guitars in bars where drunk white trash women's arguments erupt into violence at eight PM.

idk

what would it be like
to do what i will do
and become
what i will become

first like borrowed from spanish harlem incident

come and take me
it's all right
sing this to you
and me
tomorrow
i don't
expect to not wanna
you can call me
anytime
you wanna
you will
and i will too

playing music in front of people

playing music
in front of people
and alone

because that's why
we do this
thinking in cursive
yelling "play that song"
by i don't remember

Let
Us
believe

us

let

Play guitar
Everyday of your life

Whats the point
Just give up
I dont know what the point is
Should i just give up
Theres nothing that will come of me
Give up on what?
Give up on what

I see there is so much
I want to see
That i can see
Only when i am with you

I sleep naked
And the light floods
Into my window
Onto the walls
And i see why i am missing you

If i can hear you talking on your cellphone when i have earbuds in you need to lower your fucking voice