Was written by me!

A poem written every day for a year. 365 of them.

Written in Europe, South America, and on the best coast.

Dealing with everything. Love, addiction, traveling, and hangovers.

2 months writing were spent in Colombia, so there’s definitely cocaine poetry, and there is also a bunch of California Poetry.

There is also over 200 illustrations done by myself and 5 other artist

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If I’m a fire
You’re the heat
If I’m a song
You’re the beat
If I’m dessert
You’re the sweet
And if I get lost
You’re the street
That gets me back
To where I want to be
I could live 100 lives
And without you
None
Complete————————-

Taco Bell
Taco Shmell
Oh how I love
Some Taco Bell

Bean burritos
And cinnamon twists
A side of nacho cheese
Is immediate bliss

When my mind’s in an altered state
I crave the place that’s open late

Start that engine and make it hum
Craving that 4th meal, here I come

And the whole mission might be a loss
If they forget the fire sauce ———————-

It’s just me
In a 3ft x 3ft bathroom
With more mosquitos than I can count
And I’m pushing and pushing but it’s not coming out

It’s hot
It’s humid
And I’m sweating up a storm
I’m Kung Fu fighting as these b****es start to swarm

I’m overheated
I’m overwhelmed
And tired of fighting these skeeters
So I let them have the body as I cover my peter———————-

Did I piss in the Holy Grail?
No
Did my tee shot beach a whale?
No
Did I put anthrax in people’s mail?
No
Did I take down signs written in brail?
No
Did I go to the pet store and step on the snails?
No
Did I redirect signs on a wilderness trail?
Yes

Now this cowboy
Is spending the night in jail
Cause I called my horse
And he brought the wrong bail————————

Man what was I thinking
What was I drinking?
Where was I going?
What was I smoking?
Possessed
And fiending
1 track mind
Had this hunter seeking
Not rational
Lost capitol
Sealed the deal
And that was all.
Whew
Exit quickly
Back to reality
Ray Charles to Big Brother
That’s the a***ogy
Now I can feel the sun
And smell the roses
Experiencing the thing
That every man knows is
Post nut clarity ——————————-

The lord giveth
The lord taketh
Deciding the journey
That we maketh

And not ready to walk
The path that’s sacred

So can you please Lord
First detour me to a bed
With Ana de Armas naked—————————

Eleven thirty
Wednesday night
Small dark club
Brother man on stage
Weak spotlight
Only thing visible
The brass of his sax

There’s no backing band
No timing
Just pure emotion pouring out
Emotion of a love letter
Written decades ago

The way he holds the notes
Molds them
Caresses them
And slowly confesses them
Cursive words cut slowly
Through the smoke filled air

I read them
And shed a tear
I take a sip of whiskey
And read some more
That’s when I realize
He was too late
He never delivered this letter
Confessing his love
Telling her not to go
It was still in his pocket
And has been
Since April 1912————————-

Warm Night on Isabela
The sun has set
And my Swiss girls have left for dinner
I have now commandeered the coveted porch swing
That sits right outside this two-story beachfront bar
Bob Marley is in heavy rotation and mixes perfectly
With the sounds of the warm Pacific

Swinging back and forth
I sip on a cold pint
Of Ecuador’s finest cerveza
And ponder many great thoughts
Like is the guy in the fedora going to smash tonight?
And can I throw a pigskin into the tide from where I’m sitting?

Still swinging
I gaze at the stars then back down at the ocean
And I realize why Darwin liked it here————————-

Torn between two lives
But which one do I live
Each wants my soul
But to whom do I give

One is simple
Done a billion times before
And the other needs
A John Williams movie score

One has a blueprint, marriage
And ends in a memorial
The other, I’m not sure
There’s no YouTube tutorial

One has bundles of love
And life’s greatest joy
The other has loneliness
And some middle-aged toys

But it also has adventures
Like seeing the pyramids
While drinking on the Nile
And climbing volcanoes
On some tropic aisles
Or running with the bulls
And French kissing on the Riviera
Then doing some James Bond s***
While skiing in the Sierras
Or hiking Mt. Kilimanjaro
Then partying with Brazilians
Until tomorrows tomorrow

Which one do I choose?
This is The Everyman’s Blues———————

Where’s my inspiration?
Is it inside?
Is it out there?
Is it hiding in my underwear?

Is it in the street?
With the people I meet?
Or is it tucked somewhere
In a cushion seat?

Is it in my blessings?
Is it in my problems?
Does it come from hanging
With the King of the Goblins?

Is it in the clouds?
Is it in my pain?
Does it come from my thoughts
While hiding from rain?

Is it in my travels?
Is it in my dreams?
Does it come to me
(Stephen A. voice)
While smoking that weed?

Is it in my nose?
Or under some clothes?
Does it lie with the girls
To whom I’ve given a rose?

Is it with the trash I’ve tossed?
Or with my morals when sauced?
If that’s the case
It might be lost————————-

One to tell your grandkids

It was the night
It was the hype
It was the magic in the air
With all of the lights

It was the anticipation
And mutually agreed times
It was the opening trailers
And waiting in line

It’s was the butter and salt
Followed by soda pop
Repeated and repeated
Until you get lost

In the big screen
And loudspeakers
It was when midnight releases
Had you fighting sleep in theaters

It’s was the communal laughing
And shrieking when graphic
It was the first viewing
Before it’s an all time classic

It was back in the day
When dopamine was detoxed
And you walked out smiling
Just collecting your thoughts

It was pure (fucking) Kino————————

Was sweltering hot on this fine equator day
So I parked my keister right in the shade
And the cheapest bar is always the way
Especially when, you can see the waves
And I was minding my business, but couldn’t help to blurt
Cause it’s not everyday, someone rocks a Gorillaz shirt
So I joined his table, and said me nombre es Jake
And he told me how his girl, made his little heart break
To Heartbreak! We cheers and swigged them down
I practiced my Spanish, him his English
Then ordered another round
Which turned to 2, and 3 turned to 4
And suddenly we took over the auxiliary chord
It went from way too hot to heaven sent
We had a nice ocean breeze while bumping 50 cent
Then 5 beers turned to seis and homie said
“Lets get out of this place”
So we hopped in a cab and headed for the highlands
To a place you cant find on Google, a secret of the island ——————-

A poem a day for a year is what I’ve collected
And to the best of my ability I’ve edited and perfected
Now that it’s turning out better than expected
I got to keep this manuscript safe and protected

Still unfinished so there’s only one copy
And if anybody wants it, it’s over my dead body
I’ll go the distance with anyone just like Rocky
If I don’t knock them the puck out like some hockey

No way will my work fall into the hands of a coward
I’ve travelled too many miles, spent too many hours
Planted too many seeds and danced for too many showers
For my little poetic words to not blossom into flowers——————

Stuck in a trap
That’s where our cell is
Looking outside
Wondering where help is
But we don’t see
How deep our well is
It goes from Heaven
To down where Hell is
We got each other
We kings, we Elvis
Using your community
That’s where wealth is
But people be greedy
Thinking with their pelvis
Hoarding their talent
Acting monetarily selfish
Just help me get mine
And we’ll all eat shellfish
But deny me again
See what color the belt is ———————-

Sonnet #1
Such is life, that ones journey gets cut short
Even though they dreamt a destination
Cause Lady Luck’s scissors will always thwart
Without mercy or her hesitation

For it’s only one voyage that has failed
And in the moment your greatest defeat
But unknown the times you have prevailed
With victories only she can decree

Even preparation won’t block the call
Whether she whispers it or announces
Ha, cover all bases and try to stall
But there’s no telling how her ball bounces

So sail in the wind and forget your plans
Cause we’re mere dirt just falling from her hands————————

White ones
Black ones
Reds and blues
Oh how I love me
A good pair shoes
Boots, sandals
Classics and chucks
Throughout the years
I’ve spent them bucks
And some will say
I got a nice array
But you should’ve seen
What I’ve thrown away
Yeah I’ll admit
I do got some problems
But fortunately for me
I know how to solve them
And once I get a new pair
Another’s on my mind
So I go ahead and buy them
Or they’ll waste all my time
Just looking at pictures
And watching reviews
Shout out to my boy JA
Ill probably gave him
Half his views
Now the summers here
And if you didn’t know
That’s a special occasion
So I shop for a new pair
Without hesitation
And last time I checked
A pair is two
So I think I’ll take these Vans
In both black and blue————————-

These are pretty f***ing cool
Love the humor and the simplicity

My book will be better, of course, but I should absolutely cop this

You should cop! You buy mine, I’ll buy yours.
Publishing through Amazon?

Yes! Seems to be the way to go. Called Squelchy, you would love it.

I wish it was easier for me to tell where some of these poems ended haha. But I just bought it, so I’ll be able to see them the way they were intended soon enough. Full review upon completion.

Also, finding a good poet is like finding water in a desert, so thank you. If you spend any amount of time going to open mics you’ll quickly get burnt out by the virtue signaling and fakeness. I want nothing to do with that. Easy takes are not brave, and victimhood is not enough for good art. A “joke poem” can hold more honesty than that. Any topic can be made beautiful.

Hahah. I feel the exact same way about open mics. What you say about about victim hood is so true. You the man ! Give me more details on squelchy !? Were you from?

To be clear, I’m not tryna be anti-woke or whatever. I think you see the nuance in my statements.

SoCal doggie. Squelchy is short poems. A lot about the disconnection of modern life. A lot of absurdist stuff.

Here’s a taste:

The Soggy Bread Bowl

Swim into the soggy bread bowl
Let it sponge your forehead
No dandruff in the sourdough, though
Only tears
Sopped up and strangled
Sudsy and strange
I never finish bread bowls
So much,
For the Body of Christ

Half My Body

Half my body hangs from the roof of your apartment
Sorry about that
I knew I would sink but my other half told me the second floor would be alright
We got it on sale
Now my legs kick, like infant, over your chores at night
And I s*** right on your table
From torso to legs
Like water spot or potted ceiling plant, I hang
And dangle
My shoes fall off some days and you graciously place them back on my feet
Thank you for doing that
You could have broken me

Nice. CenCal doggie here. I like the half my body. When will it come out?

Illustrations?

I don’t know bruh, you just put the battery back in my back haha. Gotta finalize a date.

Only one illustration besides the cover. Excited to see the images you and your collaborators came up with. I just like the pacing of your poems. Definitely see the Bukowski influence.

Sick. My only comment is, what ever deadline date you come up with, you’ll miss it by fine tuning and perfecting over and over again. Got an authors proof already? I had ten before I hit publish.

@op

Holy f***ing s***. Just got it in the mail. This is better than I thought it was gonna be. Sucks that I’m the only one on this site who’s seeing it. I might have to concede that this is better than mine, but we’ll see. This is masterfully conceived. U on Instagram?

Congratulations!
I'm not into the gimmick, we've seen, a-poem-a-day, to many times before but imma check it out!

I’m working on the Instagram. Thanks a lot man. Lots of stuff in there to get me cancelled. But if you never get cancelled, did you ever risk it for the brisket?

Thanks. It was written 365 consecutive days!

I was going through mine the other day and deleting s*** that was a little too unhinged, but maybe I was being a p**** haha

My first critique is the title. Why lean on your influences instead of forging your own path? 🤔

The paradigm has shifted! Throw the unhinged s*** in there. The people need it. We tired of political correctness. I saw some YouTube video where they said you need buzz words in the title.

thats hate

This is cool @op. Glad to see you doing this. Imma peep

The book looks insanely impressive, presentation-wise too. He should include some pic of the illustrations and cover, he’s not doing it justice.

Arabic poetry is crack

What’s Arabic poetry?