Introduction!
I'd like to personally introduce you all to a new feature of our blog.
During every show, our laptop technologist Young Dan writes some poetry on stage. He recycles the raw energy of a Fo'estt live performance and spins it into his own brand of haiku and beat poetry. We've got some of his archived work here, but look forward to the current stuff as it happens.

Young Dan's Confession & Poetryarchive
08/02/2006 07:00 PM - Groundworks Coffeehouse
Tyler, the dominant male of the pride, took his time circling the reluctant females. Thunder settled across the immensity of Savannah wilderness. The foot high grass billowed like a Kansas wheat field. Inevitable nightfall subsumed the brooding countenance of his noble spirit. He made his move, approaching the Alpha female, whom I have adoringly dubbed Carmen, after the rebellious Operatic heroine. Now we see Tyler, typical in his behavior, vocalize his intentions with a brief succession of high-pitcheed yelps, first described in the wild by my esteemed colleague Dr. Hans Alt as the Sexual Instigation.

I have studied these inimitable creatures for thirty five years, across the Sahel, at the shores of Lake Tanganyika, stranded, at times for months, deep within the Apartheid era Veld. Tyler, and his kind, are vanishing, but I am here to document the tenacious persistence of our primeval hero. He has withstood the onslaught of human civilization, rebuked the bulwarks of human greed, brandishing his razor fangs dripping with the entrails of a fresh kill. Tyler has taken upon himself, in his noble ignorance, true grace and irrefutable valor. Observe him in his prurient strides. Accept Tyler, as I have, as an indispensable partner in our collective struggle for perseverance.

-Dr. Thelonious Mann

Because I do drugs
All the kids on the block were
molested but me

The aquamarine stagelights,
exhauling, like Uncle Julien on christmas,
the strange perfumes of Levinworth.

The sound guy's
blinked his sockets like an unhygenic toothbrush

lodged
uncharitaristicaly

Oh, I think they're pissed off about Jesus
(God carry his name into the wrestless teenage fermament!)
I'm not horny off those fifteen year olds in front of me. Pissant!

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08/05/2006 08:00 PM - The Boobie Trap Bar
Teething Yellowed
Listerine-less
Enamel-cleanless
Redeem this, O Lord. His Mouth.


Please
Help
I'm
Lactating!


Intrafuckingvenos
Appreciating Penus
Man, Man. Woman?


Did
Anyone
Notice?


Erstwhile,
Lukishanka, the syphilitic
Latvian whore
Impregnated her very own mother
On the polished maple of the Buck's kitchen table with a
Toothbrush spread with Elliot's own semitranslucent semen.