Adara is a big poopy head

I'm writing this tonight to keep Adara from complaining about my LJ. Although, given the Subject of this entry, I think she'll just complain more. Oh well.

Man, it feels so late.

This years Daylight Savings Time brought back hilarious memories of my critically acclaimed poem," Brian Bradford's Rotten Poetry Finalist #2"

"In the greasetrap of my mind,
sight and sound slow waltz on the porch.
Why does my toe itch?
This fall I can sleep an extra hour."

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Alex Patrick Hrebin
Oxford, New Jersey, USA

I find it refreshingly cathartic to write down what's galavanting 'round inside my mind. At first glance, my phrases might seem sophomoric and irrelevant, but while mapping your own thought-processes, you will discover quite a profound declaration interred within my prose.










I had that shit published.

In a hardcover book.

With poems from people around the world.


And I'm the first in the book.










How intense of a "FUCK YOU" is that to the poetic society across the globe? I wrote it as part of a rotten poem contest in in my English class (the teacher was Brian). And I was 2nd place. As a joke, I submitted it to Poetry.com as part of a contest and they thought it was good. So they said that they would print it as part of a collection and I could write a little biography about myself for it. I decided to make the poem sound meaningful instead of writing about myself.

Man...I'm freakin' awesome.


This is old news too. Happened last year.