One day in a great grey wood, I frolicked, and because of my frolicking I became hungry. Alas! nothing to eat but a few scattered remnants of lint in my pocket ... therefore i surveyed the immediate area and what should catch my eye? but a tiny fairy ring of porcinis. so i brought forth my saute pan and commenced to make a fire. (at this point, you, the reader, are probably wondering why i would have a saute pan, but no food... i was probably lost for a few days at this point, so that's why i didn't have any food) i cooked these lovely little pigs over a blaze oh, the heat! i sweat, and then i reaped my reward. sometimes i wonder why i consider diarrhea a reward. the endJim Cortina 2-7-2001
as the rain pours down my window i think of beth, sleeping, snoring, picking wedgies in her sleep. all the while not knowing i am watching her... (oh, how i love wireless video equipment!) then the rain stops... and starts again... wait just a god damned minute! that doesn't smell like rain... there is not a cloud in the sky... i think of the kids in the apartment above me in an hour they will be sleeping, snoring, picking wedgies in their sleep... and soon i will kill them for peeing out their window shitheads.Jim Cortina 12-11-2000
My headache hurts behind my left eye, I wonder how it got there, probably the headache fairy...
Doo doo Da Doo This poem is like a monkey... not really I lied. It's more like a poem. It has words and form and a subtle type of rythym. It doesn't, however, rhyme.
I'd like to write you another trite love poem. But that's not my style. Flashy shirts, and crazy hats- that's my style. I'd like to write you another trite love poem, but I can't fall in love with you. I'd like to compare you with a rose, except a rose would probably return my calls. What about the night I Kissed you? I'd like to cry for my love lost, but there wasn't enough time to grow attatched to it.
September 16, 2000
Happy Birthday to you, you kissed that other dude, and expect me to still want you- What the fuck's wrong with you?Jim Cortina 9-16-00
If I were a llama I tell you what I'd do if I were a llama I'd spell my name with one "L" instead of two then I'd be a lama A Buddhist holy man yes, then I'd be a lama would you be my biggest fan?Jim Cortina 9-14-00