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WhAt ItS AbOuT..

this is a poem about the Picasso & the shame & the concrete confines of a bunker. this is a poem written twenty stories below a city in the throes of September, before the clematis has bloomed...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 20:07:00 GMT

The Dog Inside My Dog...

e The dog barksOr is barkedBy something inside,Some mechanism in himTaking holdAgainst his best effortsAt sleepOr civility.The dog barksOr is barkedBy the dogs insideThe dark of him,The black in his e...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 18:57:00 GMT

webpage life

  It is under construction. It is complete.It is in HTML.It is in English.It is translatable.It is laughable.It needs prodding.It needs you to press: Here. Place your needs before it. It is searc...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 18:59:00 GMT

falling back

Trees abandon their leaves like women stepping out of high heels. Birds consider leaving it all behind. I'm thinking of everything I'd like to let go of: the feeling that life happens just out of my ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:45:00 GMT

instructions for housesitting

.. --> / icon and title -->.. --> message --> Nine months of the year... we will be back the 19th of JuneI live in your house,...forward the mail every 2-3 weeksyour husband's face on the wall,... I...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 15:07:00 GMT

words about words

    The tweed suits have said that we mustn’t write poems about poetry and it’s true that I’ve written far too many of them. And maybe it’s because my poetic license ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 18:57:00 GMT

tHe( RiDe)

    one date I was ridinghood my bikecycleup rt.31, sweatyingand lookingaround at the cows(shit) and tree(green)s. only a Chain aheady of me,a sprungup cow on its hindback legs (looked like...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 15:12:00 GMT

o yeah?

As they all seemTo do it quite well,The majority ofthe people in this townProve that I wasLied to in school.When my teachersSaid that peopleCan't live withoutA brain.
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 15:32:00 GMT

who listens?

  my ex screeched to a halt, jumped out and stomped down the street. I sat for a time watching her diminishing figure in the mirror then decided to catch her up. As I walked I noticed a sign in a...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:20:00 GMT

only she...

pieced together,held by floss,andfishing line thin, transparent,nonexistent,threadsweave to and froma spidery,shaky,mess. twist and tangle,it crosses and knotssoft, spongy, souland tired, frantic, bod...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:35:00 GMT