Saturday, January 26, 2013

10cc Of Profundity


A few things tonight:
I have gone through and changed all my poems from Lucida Handwriting font to Times New Roman.
Whoopee. I'm sure you all care. The reason I did this was to create a more professional looking blog* and so that my poetry is easier to read.

The poetry and music page should be up to date now, I haven't kept up on that for a while and I do apologize.


*The word "blog" itself is the most unprofessional word in the English language.


Also, as I was going through old posts I found this:


I tell you this, because I know to be true
When you hang your life by a single thread
you're bound to fall through.
And when you'll look for those you'd hope would catch you.
It seems they rarely do.

Little diddy I wrote back when I was a bit more cynical, however I still find it to be pretty truthful and relevant to how I'm feeling and somethings I've been dealing with and talking to friend about.

To end this evening we will have some good music from Little Comets and 21 Pilots.


(There are annotations in both videos to link you to all the songs in each artists prospective album.

They're both some of my new favorite artists.)







Godspeed & Goodnight,
C.B. 

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Skittish Invasion


Rockwell

Again I shall call myself out.
Let it be on record & shitty reference:

Discretion be damned.
I can hold my drink,
that’s what I’m here to show.

Clever.

(like that
“habeas corpus” line.
which loses depth
when you truly know .)

Stoned,
you drew a tiny robot.
Drunk,
I drew one, worse

Handed a sharpie,
left my mark on your coffee table.

And yours are clearly better
Mine born hushed on a syllabus out of boredom
& transparent flirtation.

You’ll be defended in a diner
the next morning.
by a friend who wouldn’t be
if he found the page titled Her.
falling from my notebook.

This is my nocturnal admission
Before the fire station is a street sign
with your name that
precedes a second with a
misspelled music school
where another name I’d like to
have you etch out on my shoulder attends.

A phone full of
Unfinished Bettys
in this less than
Norman Rockwell life. 

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Girls & boys we have a very special guest today.
Maddy Weiss is not only a good friend but a kick-ass poet and she's actually like been published online unlike someone who just posts his awful poems on a blog. I digress, honestly her poems are really awesome. If you like my writing you should check out the link below and if you don't like my writing stop coming here but still consider reading her poetry below. 


Here's one of her poems that was/ is on Press Board Press:



Your body can be divided into small planes that are flat on the small of your back and they curve where your shoulders are. I will divide your body into small planes to measure surface area and to measure the complexities of why you love me in a spider web or across the white board of a sorry math professor that is forced to measure how much you love me based on surface area. I love your geometry and the noise of your sigh. You love to press down on the curve of my hips and my geometry.

by Madeline Weiss


Here's the link to "Six Poems" (which includes the one above) on Press Board Press. Cheers.

http://pressboardpress.com/2012/11/19/six-poems-by-madeline-weiss/



Also, Beatles.




Godspeed & Goodnight,
C.B. Franz 



Saturday, January 12, 2013

Poems As Shitty And Unforgiving As Your Dorm Shower

Futon

I don't think you know what it is.

I think you know what sex is,
what movies,
pop,
&
paper-back grocery store novellas
have told you.

I've been trying to avoid
t y p i n g it because it's
just what a poet would say.

I guess that's it.

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I don't know if this is a first because honestly I don't keep track of things that well but I'm pretty sure this is the first "poem" I've ever written straight on the blog without having it on a piece of paper or other doc. So that's exciting I guess. You guys also deserve a song because it's been a while and this is a really crappy return poem.

I'm working* on a collection of essays kind of like the few I've posted on here.
It's working title is called "Tattoos, Monopoly & Other Things I Can't Commit To."
So that might happen.
Also I'm considering on switching all my poems to just regular Times New Roman or something to make them easier to read and more legitimate professional poems on a completely legitimate and professional...blog. Thoughts?

Here's some St. Vincent too.

*Thinking of working