I had a few friends over the other night for a “beers ‘n’ queers” party, which involves a case of assorted Dogfish and an episode of Queer Eye. After the show was done, Lauren invited me to see her friend’s band play in the Strip this weekend. Wanting to know a bit more, we all crowded around the computer and checked out the band’s site. A perfectly fine site, but don’t people know you can get free hosting and cheap domains these days? Anyway, while poking through the site we found this hilarious poetry section. I really hate to make fun, since it’s serious art and these are people pouring their hearts out, but I couldn’t resist using their entry form and submitting my own.

My first poem was really bad… talking about putting my poop in a box and things like that… very Beat/experimental. The 2nd one was equally bad and overwrought, total goof. Imagine my surprise when I looked today and saw my 2nd poem had been taken seriously and posted! If you can’t find it on that page, I’ll give you a little hint. I used the fake name “Phil Illium” and the poem was called Husk. Get it? Phil Illium – Husk? Psyllium husk? It’s a great poem…. for me to poop on! Anyway, my apologizes to Lauren’s friends, but you’ve been somewhat punk’d.