Category: Poetry

Barracks Rat by James Landrith lukewarm soup Amy, Emily and a god awful need to fuck the world consume me consume me consume me (Fall 1991 – Camp Lejeune, NC) Copyright © 1991 James...

PIGS (Animal Farm 1991) by James Landrith Pigs fuckin’ pigs fascist with a pistol ‘cuz he has no dick fascist with a pistol just another social prick Pigs fuckin’ pigs fascist with a pistol...

Just Another Greenwich Village Fantasy by James Landrith you say coffeehouse philosopher I say fuck you What do you know of passion? Pain? Joy? Reality? I know what you know. I saw it on...

The Mutant Beat of ’91 by James Landrith Here we are, trying to be Kerouac and Ginsberg. yeah. right. Here we are two hacks who’ve taken up cynicism and pessimism as deities faithful to...

Daryl’s Song by James Landrith In your search for nirvana, just close your mind. You will be surprised by what you don’t find. (08 September 1991 – Club Rumours, Jacksonville, NC) Copyright © 1991...

TWTEAW by James Landrith the value of gold compared to your soul is so small if measurable at all but the blindness of greed versus the ability to feed and clothe the masses is...

For Penny by James Landrith Write one for me, you said. Write one for me. My poems happen. I don’t write for people nothing is written but you wouldn’t know that. (you asked) (April...

For Dave, Who’s Sure Everything I Write Is About Me by James Landrith I am fat. fat with my lust fat with want unspoken desires that reach out for justification or reprimand this has...

Let Me Say Yes To J. Yandow by James Landrith Tim, I look at my shelf You ask what I see Tim, its what I don’t see Completion is the best high Tim, I...

Upon Late Entry To The Amherst by James Landrith that pulitzer will look nice next to various other honors which have no bearing on reality 15 minutes in the spotlight is bliss to those...