Escaped killer hid as poet in Chicago

[ghost of miles]

Fugitive bard

[Alexander]

Given how bad some amateur poets are, I have to ask what the difference really is...

[Jim Alfredson]

You think they would've caught him sooner given the titled of some of his poems:

Escape

Doin' Time

The Joint

On The Run

Freedom Ain't Free

Ode to a Shank

[Jazzmoose]

If he'd hid as a mime, he'd still be free...

[Guest Chaney]

Porter waived extradition and was ordered back to Massachusetts to face a felony indictment for prison escape.

That charge could add 10 years to the life sentence he walked away from in 1985.

That'll learn 'im!

[sheldonm]

...that dude sat next to me at the Griffin show this past weekend; kept reading that lame poetry!

[rostasi]

...that dude sat next to me at the Griffin show this past weekend; kept reading that lame poetry!

Don't you mean "lam" poetry?

[JSngry]

THE EYES OF A KILLER!!!!

THE HAIR OF A POET!!!!!

(apologies to Davis & Laton )

[Man with the Golden Arm]

where's that pee myself smiley!? "hair of a poet" sheesh!!

[Man with the Golden Arm]

Next thing ya know we're gonna find out this granny was a sub-contract framer.

[Chuck Nessa]

Ode on Periods

Bernadette Mayer

the penis is something that fits into the vagina

so's the tampax or sponge

therefore Aristotle never thought of women at all

the penis like a tree fits into mouth, hands and asshole too

it can be the subject of an academic poem

disguised as a sloop, catapult or catamaran's mastpole

never the monthly menstruation will she

belie tradition's bloody demagoguery enough

to appear in the rough in a poem in a monthly

I dream I had a deep cut on my finger

filled with a delicious tofu cake

and when you took off your clothes your penis

was among them hanging by a cord on a hook

I took it down hoping its disassociation from being

would not thus prevent its manly erection from existing

and therefore I tried it out and it went well

such as license as mine perhaps made it swell independent

I think the world is all fucked up in many ways (see footnotes)

and one of these is the apparent interdiction in dumb poetic tradition

of speaking of and being heard on the glories of sublime menstruation

I first got my period when I was twelve the day my father died

at least I knew what it was, some girls didn't then

we were told you can't go swimming but don't you wanna have

children

so much for confessionalism

I won't call on the moon like in a real poem

or anthropology or the bible or talk about being untouchable

or power etc. I've nothing at all to say but to exercise

my freedom to speak about everything

now that poems've got everything in them

even rhetoric and dailiness plus the names of things again

including flowers like the spotted touch-me-not

so inviting to hummingbirds

and I'm writing one

I'd like to mention or say blatantly

I got my period today

probably like nobody

certainly in the nineteenth century ever did

and if you really wanna know

most of us you know

all get ours on the same day no kidding

and we talk about it frequently and peripatetically

Alice with Peggy Peggy with Marion Marion with me me

with Anne

Anne with Alice Peggy with me Grace with Peggy Marion with Grace

So Friends! Hold the bloody sponge up!

For all to see!

My thoughts, EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[JSngry]

I dunno, man, "exactly" is such a .......BIG word......