Derek R. Audette

Rookie (June 16th,1971 / Hull, Quebec, Canada)

Derek R. Audette Poems

1. A Ferret Named 'Purgation' 10/25/2004
2. I'M Not Crazy Today 10/22/2004
3. Seven Dollar Breakfast 10/22/2004
4. A Song For The Worms 10/26/2004
5. The Execution Of An Ambiguous Enemy 10/25/2004
6. Message Of The Cardinal 11/14/2004
7. I Thought About Changing The Style Of Man That I Am 10/23/2004
8. When The Full Moon Shines Through The Clouds 10/25/2004
9. The Wages Of Sin 10/21/2004
10. God Must, For We Are (Poetry Of The Universe) 5/18/2005
11. A Pantoum For The Night Sky 6/11/2005
12. Eat 10/22/2004
13. She Just Opened Her Blinds 10/26/2004
14. Steamerhead Breakdown 6/11/2005
15. Deceitful Little Cherub 6/12/2005
16. The Storm Has Passed 6/15/2005
17. Dreams 6/16/2005
18. Dust Mite Science 11/7/2006
19. Double Slit 11/16/2006
20. Feminine Across The Wires 9/16/2007
21. Advice For A Poet 3/13/2008
22. Giants 9/14/2008
23. Bronw Ungh Ungh 9/14/2008
24. History Of The Unites States: Preface 9/19/2008
25. The Great Canadian 11/8/2008
26. Cigarettes & Bourbon 10/22/2004
27. One Must Wonder 10/24/2004
28. Soon You Will Be Coming Home 10/22/2004
29. Where's Natalie? 10/22/2004
30. Ever On: The Illusion Is Woven 11/10/2004
31. Confidence 11/12/2004
32. Bait 9/17/2007
33. Life's Purpose 6/11/2005
34. Apparently, My Poetry Sucks 10/26/2004
35. Bukowski Ate My Liver 10/23/2004
36. Alive In The House Of The Monkey King 10/22/2004
37. May I So Ever Hope 10/23/2004
38. The City Is Short Today 10/25/2004
39. Harry Potter, What Up With You? 10/25/2004
40. The Shortest Poem Ever Written 10/22/2004

Comments about Derek R. Audette

  • David Keig (10/23/2004 4:07:00 AM)

    re fibonacci..i was once a mathematician

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Best Poem of Derek R. Audette

Dada Haiku

I once knew a man
named Dada Haiku
he wrote
the worst
poetry I have ever read
but at least
his poems were always
very short

'Shit is more!
That's my philosophy.'
he would always say

There was
genius
in his
pedestrianism

Read the full of Dada Haiku

A Cigarette From Frank

I used to work for a charity organization;
I didn’t volunteer or anything,
they gave me a job,
a paying job.
The hours were standard,
the pay was shit,
but it was a job.
The purpose of this particular organization
was to provide jobs to people

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