At Four, Sucked into an Undertow, Drowning |
Off California coast, blue lips lick the land. The tide tows. Then undertows. You are like a child, With seedling legs waiting to grow up strong, To sew muscles beneath that thin frame of fragile s...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 19:55:00 GMT |
Problems With Old Words |
Some kid is outsidewho doesnt get itand snot acrosshis lips cryingso long wandersthrough the fields ofbuildingsplayingeiney-meiney-mineymoewith allthe doors lockedand chokingon his syllablestrying tos...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 03:26:00 GMT |
Emperor Anonymous |
In this old town, the mayor has now become lost in thealleyways. The children are lost inside the cities. No onevotes but the town's elders who stuff the ballot to keepthe job. And the old drunk in ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 03:17:00 GMT |
Against |
She never heard me against the fans rotary, blankly hitting the waterWith skinned tooth, green pigments against the light of afternoon.Imagine my surprise at the tints of moon and wind against the sur...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 02:57:00 GMT |
A Love Poem (Starts, When I Am Old ) |
When I am old,the worldwill walk through thebroken stones ofour backyard, like a lispinggiant, crackling throughall pretenseof free will.You will bea marketing ploy. I willbuy you at half priceat the ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 01:55:00 GMT |
