The Blob of Internet Street

Poetry — Noah Lyon on July 22, 2008 at 5:53 pm

I’m not blogging.
I’m blobbing.
Blobbing up and down,
the sweaty sidewalk
of Internet Street.

Sharpies are the best.

Poetry — Noah Lyon on May 16, 2008 at 11:45 pm

I love them.
Dear Sharpie company
I would love to endorse your product.
Sometime I get Sharpie on my face
When I am drawing
Oh
Dear Sharpie
I can’t throw you out
Where did you come from
Some kind of super marker planet where everything is cool and awesome and permanent.
Sometimes Sharpies go around in a circle
Chanting
They tell me to draw things.
Terrible things
And funny things
And the best things.
If Sharpies were a food
They would be the best food.
Black Sharpies turn grey over time
It takes years for a Sharpie to die
Literally years
If I had to have some part of my body replaced with an inanimate object
It would be a Sharpie
Hopefully it would be one of my fingers and not my penis.

Rain

Ancient Wisdom, Poetry — Noah Lyon on May 12, 2008 at 6:13 am

Rain.
What is it and why is it here?
Is it God’s poop?
Who gives a shit.

Rain.

What’s up with stuff?

Poetry, Quote this and say a genius wrote it... — Noah Lyon on March 18, 2008 at 5:18 pm

What’s up with stuff?
Does it make you feel tough? Want to shove it in your muff?
Can you eat it? If it were a cookie? Hairy like a wookie?
Harry like Whodini? Where is it?
What’s up with stuff?

Writer’s Strike

Poetry — Noah Lyon on December 25, 2007 at 10:35 am

I’m on a writer’s strike.
The internet is TV.
I write on the computer and then I punch it.
Strike one for me. Pitching great TV.

What’s ”up” with Ted?

Poetry — Noah Lyon on November 22, 2007 at 8:36 am

Ted Demme is Ted.
Ted Demme isn’t Lemmy.
But He has a motörhead.
A motör-shaped head.

Nutty Koo Koo Super King of New York

Poetry — Noah Lyon on June 13, 2007 at 9:43 am

It’s the kind of place that makes
a bum, feel like a king
And it makes a king
feel like some nutty koo koo
super king.

Heroin Cow

Poetry — Noah Lyon on June 13, 2007 at 9:39 am

heroin cow - he’s on drugs
I said do you want beef?
He said What What!!!
so I stabbed him in his butt
with his own syringe

Transcribing the internet

Poetry, Wordly Matters — Noah Lyon on April 29, 2007 at 3:58 am

So many smells

  1. where do i begin
  2. how many are there
  3. what is it
  4. furthermore
  5. and then
  6. more stuff
  7. where the fuck are all these numbers coming from?

 

What’s up with teeth?

Celebrity Gossip, Poetry, Quote this and say a genius wrote it... — Noah Lyon on April 29, 2007 at 3:55 am

Does any body even care about this sport anymore? I mean come on! Really what’s up with the ballgame.

The bald game.

Rub two heads together.

Mike Tyson & The Game.

Whoever gets the most facial tattoos wins.

Next Page »
© NOAH LYON | Retard Riot | RRReviews | RRRiting | Music | Movies | Books | Buttons | Drawings | Paintings | Photos | Shows |