POEM: No Shame in the Field of Fallen Barn Frames |
Big crow / little sparrowThe time to shine is now and the way to shine is narrowFrom my sweater to your nest this yarn unravelsIn the heather of your chestIn the winning raffleFound a little niche of ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 20:53:00 GMT |
Poem: I Aint No Mirror |
You're an assholeAnd I'm afraid you learned it from meA cheapskateAddicted man afraidSomehow I think you learned it from meLet it go would you pleaseLearn this from meAs I say not as I do, right?See m...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 19:01:00 GMT |
POEM: "Hold Your Breath, Forever" |
Hold Your Breath, Forever by Jason Harrington It comes in wavesThat rush the shorePushing crabs like cuticlesThat crawl back The white hot sunVerses a cold stare The white hot worldVerses the calm We'...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 19:20:00 GMT |
POEM: Plastic Puke |
Plastic Pukeby Jason Harrington Loosing ourselves in the sugarOf Twizzler vines dripping gooThis syrupy maple world coddles the big emptyIn bubble gum pages unread Sugar dough planetSleep unattainable...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 12:02:00 GMT |
POEM: Everyone is Gone |
Everyone Is Goneby Jason Harrington Scissor fingers in a cardboard worldOf crowded isolationAnd collective solitudeBut then that moment comesBetween emotional dry heavesWhere the noise constant builds...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:59:00 GMT |
POEM: Snarl & Gnash |
Snarl & Gnash Fingers on thorn barbsPressing channelsRolling through static on the dialAnd peering through a smudged window Relics under tarpsIn a head full of smashed potteryAdorning the feet of a ga...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:57:00 GMT |
POEM: Metal Man Coughing |
Metal Man Coughingby Jason Harrington Sick of the sicknessSelfishly self destructingThe void is a dancerAnd this kid has no faceJust string, wire, and pulleys Dogs on the scent of a line of dustLike b...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:55:00 GMT |
POEM: Set Up the Action Figures... |
Set Up the Action Figures; We Have Stones in the Webby Jason Harrington The sky drips hot peanut butterFrom it's moonless crunchy centerOcean splendorPulling wavesThey ripple from where we first decay...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:51:00 GMT |
POEM: Fire & Ice |
Fire and Iceby Jason Harrington Still fallingStill burningBlack feathersBlack leatherHot buckleCold wind Underneath the surfaceOf the black night skyUnderneath the glossOf the minor keysLies the movem...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:47:00 GMT |
POEM: The Meaning Methodical |
The Meaning Methodicalby Jason Harrington I know, I haven't been the bestAnd what is it about being triente (30)What is it about the rejection nowThat makes it stab harderAnd cut deeper What is it abo...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 12:09:00 GMT |
