Poem #1 (Point A)

point A didn't work out, so we moved on to point B

which was where everybody was hanging out anyways

at first there was a lot of talk about point C

and some speculation about D, and the points after that

but as time went by at point B

this kind of talk made everybody annoyed

i mean, point A hadn't worked out for anyone except for a couple folks in the past

and they just receded immediately to point C, supposedly

actually for most people at point B

if you could gain their confidence,

they'd practically scraped out A's existence

the more time that passed at point B

more suspect even the idea of point A became

not just for us, but really for anyone

including those people who left

so we trashed point A because it worked great wonders for us

in consoling ourselves about the fact that point B

had begun to look increasingly like a permanent home for us

so there were a few ladies around, dreamer types

who refused to cop to point B

and suddenly insisted on this possibility

as well as C, D, E and on out to Z

but this made everybody feel bad, you know

like they were lacking, or failing

so it was tacitly agreed upon that these people were just crazy

and since they wouldn't pledge their allegiance to point B

it was hard to accomodate them

but some usefuls eventually made a bit

which didn't pay well

but seemed to appease them

and amuse the rest of us for a while

until the bulk of them developed dehabilitating addictions

and died off

then we were sad

but not overly so, and not for too long

because it was these addictions that did the men,

not point B, not us

i mean, christ, we gave them they wanted

which was condescending applause for their little dances and songs

pictures and skits, humerous memoirs

filled with melodramatic and ridiculous nonsense

all about points A and C

which, come on, you know it's useless

if you live in the real world

shit, i couldn't get anything done anyways because people are always calling me on the telephone

saying "we love you jesse, we love you joseph, we love you helmet, we love you draco,

we love you tricky dick, we love you lawn, ron, and even dan even though you can't spell for shit

but we don't love you, despite the fact that you have no vision, but because you don't

and we don't either"

i could barely keep my own campaign going, with all the freaks and distractions from point B

much less drum up some interest about other people's crap

in other people's places

you can't live in a castle made out of sand unless it's got a sand bank

that dispenses actual paper currency

i mean, the point is we live here, in the middle, point B

so get with the fucking program

sure you might ask, what is the program?

and i won't really be able to tell you

but i will really be able to rent it

and that's good enough for me, because that's the way things are

point A, point C, D, T, O, N, A, T, O, B

tonatob.