Alice’s Sitting Room |
the benches swear there are pockets in chairs and the teapot screams with laughterbecause these chair-pockets hold the dolls' pillowsand Cheshire knows where the little pill grows, but the white rabbi... Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 12:23:00 GMT |
Go |
Leave your demons behind and let yourself swim in now. Smell the green of wind as empires fall into puddles of despair, tongues seeking soft and collecting fallout of sown deed. Every dog has it... Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 05:59:00 GMT |
pickled eggs |
night wanders assound passes through lipsalmost as fast as whiskey whichwarms words and burns honeyed throats.bring home forgotten ideasand forgettable women living onthrough lipsticked cigarette butt... Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 05:25:00 GMT |
thanks, McCain! |
thank you Senator McCain, for choosing such an ill spoken, ill advised (wait- that one's your job isn't it?) woman for your running mate. you even have members of your own party lambasting you about t... Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 03:58:00 GMT |
Rain |
RainFall on me, now, in July&break what stifles; let me stand in summer and allow the beauty of what happens. Let me feel being young. Let me realize the wisdom I've obtained and respect the wisdom ... Posted by on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 02:09:00 GMT |
Wisp |
The rain falls through the muted, downy glow of the streetlamp like diamonds with tails traveling through hyperspace&&. As I step out to bejewel myself, the cosmic shards soften to kiss my elect... Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 05:09:00 GMT |