My Best Poem Ever.

I write some of my best stuff driving in traffic. I wrote this in LA 2 days ago. They have serious traffic there. It is about my favorite music- dubstep, which has electronic elements of reggae dub with heavy- horrendously heavy bass. I guess. It is hard to describe, but it is dark and violent-sounding. And I love it, almost as much as I love myself. I have yet to name this, and I will be having it made into a song(s) within the year, using tiptop male voice. And you will hear it.





There are many things
that course through my veins,
A few of which
have me shackled in chains,

But I'll tell you something-
I'm the happiest slave,
For my master is
the sound that I crave

You may have heard of it-
it's called the DUBSTEP,
I guarantee you right now
I'm a #1 rep.

Hey you, yeah you DJ!-
I've got the tournequette tie,
But you've got the needle-
You make me get high

As mentioned before,
It's in my blood red and real,
Just look at my face-
Can you tell what I feel?

I don't think you can call
What I do a dance,
More like a turbulent,
frenzied romance

Alright, I'll be honest-
I'm a true dubstep whore,
I dance so damn hard
that I break the floor

Oh wait up one sec-
Whore aint the right name,
Cause I don't get paid
for my ground-stomping game

Like a popper in bed,
Cozied up with his pills,
Like a wino with bottles
Of endless stained thrills
It's not for the kicks nor the frills

I'm an addict,
I tell you-
My vice tried and true,
And if it courses through your veins,
Then we're related- who knew?!


COPYRIGHT JESS MULLEN, 2009

Friday the 13th...Lots of Laughing and Too Much Driving in Los Angeles

I met up with the people I camp with at Burning Man. They are some old friends from New York. Vanessa, Harry, and Carlito (who is from California). We hung at Harry's in Huntington Beach, got drunk on the beach, and awoke all ready to go camping. We made the mistake of letting him choose where we were going. After 3 hours of driving, it just didn't work out. Road closed. Even if we had gotten to a destination, they don't allow fires, something that is neccesary for us. So, next time, someone who actually researches things such as fire permittance, water access, etc will be doing the planning. I also realized I still don't like LA. No way jose.

We drove another hour or two to find another place to camp. Did not work out. In the meanwhile, I had started writing the best dubstep song ever, in traffic. My best poems, the published stuff, I write in traffic.

We cooked up this pasta on my camping stove at a park we stopped at, and.... not enough butane. Fucking Friday the 13th.

We went back to Harry's. I could not even drink a drop. A few of the girls passed out, and Harry and Carlito and I watched a few episodes of 90210, 4th season. I like guys who enjoy 90210 on any level. There was lots of laughing involved. I love my friends.