Recurring Rituals: Day Three |
Without aspirationor salt to tasteDebate is borna recycled miraclea believed beginningbeginning the initiationtoward seven incantationsor rain dances in orbitParanormal twitchswitches to biological st...
Posted by visgil on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:03:00 PST |
Untitled Poem 13 |
Two behindmy death nevertouched, but barely now more certainreceipts flecked I stare intangibility bloodied how you askwith ignorant stepsdirected south...
Posted by visgil on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:53:00 PST |
Untitled Poem 12 |
We seek to facilitateindustrial breadthonly our capillariesmufflers and plaquefiber optic dollarscrisp with infraredcholesterol you must sealthese valves for veinsprove to gravitywhat comes downmust c...
Posted by visgil on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 08:14:00 PST |
The Nature of Maps |
Why do youask wiser menprove their spinessenseless and yettactile lengthand longevity need notmerely make weara flight gridlatitude I amyour first degreethank youwhy do you ask I may weep this firewoo...
Posted by visgil on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 04:08:00 PST |
Untitled Poem 11 |
Religion in scripturefulfills the paychecks for doctorswho might never make itto the promised landwatered down by dilutionsdensity-thickened eyesvibrate to the relicrhythmic screenslightly pigmentedpr...
Posted by visgil on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:21:00 PST |
Regarding Ginsberg |
On this Indianstyle postured and encasedspace-fashioned technologyrummaging hurriedly towardthe next pagethirty-nine I can envisiona confused near devastatedface cast a sunflowerwho must decideamongst...
Posted by visgil on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 07:46:00 PST |
Untitled Poem 10 |
I.Exam innations who've collapseddefend the smallestcountries we cannotconceivethe collapse.II.Across lines ravagedthe scent from bloodhounds strippedpay mind to your armsthe shrapnelcountry to countr...
Posted by visgil on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 11:38:00 PST |
Untitled Poem 9 |
Upon this summitthe first earthen layeris sculpted, carved withina bar of soapdrawing the bathof a child and questionsthese sprouting perplexitieswe approach adulthoodcalloused with the waitlingered i...
Posted by visgil on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:48:00 PST |
Untitled Poem 8 |
Cornered staring at pupilsnarrowbeside the podiumframed with warm reminderswhen the payments willfind their proper pocketsreside the fill-inof knowledge profoundbruises inked with frailtyaged in langu...
Posted by visgil on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:45:00 PST |
V. |
opaqueyou seethere is more
Posted by visgil on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 09:28:00 PST |
