lamour hors dSuvre |
big empty bed i'm not used to. mind begins churning decisions made; from somewhere silent and passed into something like regret. but i'm not sure yet. thinking it best to put to the test my mind i rew...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Tue, 27 May 2008 11:43:00 PST |
tao te tch |
can nothing reach this mourning sparrow,save sage's wisdom or warriors arrow?
surely something to the cause;to rise again it had to fall.
make us idols; burn our firesremind us what keeps through the ...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 07:40:00 PST |
tussin and port |
while i was hallucinating; getting over a sickness
a storm came a storming with all that was written
and the furious sounds that would scream at the ground.
but i hummed a tone from atop my throne
and...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 07:13:00 PST |
more of my mind |
screaming his name they gave more than they had ever won.and with their strain the world revolved and evolved a righteous one.but why then wasn't love provoked, and instead jammed the spokes.the...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 05:58:00 PST |
iffy attempt at depth |
reading and writing
thinking and trying
to make the summation
to a universe nation
that will free us of our gods.
cornered no savior
forceless i slay her
to show if i could
the unutterably good...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 05:17:00 PST |
see and smell |
i grabbed the golden egg through toil
and held it high until it spoiled
and felt the mess run over me
at least it helps me now to see
the life less truely appreciated
is made to keep now complicated
s...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 05:07:00 PST |
one cool air porch chair |
too much friction in this heat causes warpadge on my feet.
not above or down between, but in the heel; a calloused meat.
tread on water; melted ice: thighs are fine but wings are nice.
i'll be high wh...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 07:13:00 PST |
acoustimo alchoholican |
the trouble with drunken fingers
is that they often tend to linger
on the note i've just discovered
and the tone i can't get free of.
but the pain of straining to remove the feeling
is often the cause...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:02:00 PST |
blah blidilly blah |
tangled from trying
mangled from dying
strangled for spying
angered from lying
now whose fight is right tonight
now who wants to hold me tight
only man plays wrong and right
think what i want to say i...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 03:59:00 PST |
religious reference cocktail |
there's no way to know when a battle is halfway over.
and you can't see a man who's gone totally under.
but a wing and a prayer; in the right sort of air, can motivate mountains to bow.
and bring to b...
Posted by tchauncey huggins on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 07:01:00 PST |
