malum prohibitum (blunt trauma) |
i’ll find you in the city,i’ll find you on the subwayblimps in the moon, zeppelins in the cloudsthe places in my head, the planes over my housethe unmarked whirlybirds in black and whitegr...
Posted by zak z. on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 12:12:00 PST |
little boy and fat man |
the generals will scramble when we comei know you're there,tongues behind black gumsbarking and booming, echoing loudergrowls ember, smolder in your throattongues flopping inward and echoing louderi'm...
Posted by zak z. on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 09:25:00 PST |
and it is so gentle that he is disappointed |
A man boards a plane with infinite fuel and infinite resources. Forty-milliongallons of fuel and twenty-thousand bags of honey roasted peanuts.He flies the world over again, never touching ground, pas...
Posted by zak z. on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 03:20:00 PST |
and somehow you still lost the war |
he was a tank acting like a volkswagenexpecting the panic of iron firethe cool desert air on his brainsand in an exposed naval cavityand when he got to the other sidehe had no clue what to do...
Posted by zak z. on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 12:36:00 PST |
tick tick shudder shudder |
your heart is a fuel gaugewith a needle as red as B+ blood,it hiccups like a lush,it threatens mutiny against familiarity,it's scaring you to death....
Posted by zak z. on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 12:05:00 PST |
