Cafe Inventory |
The price of apartments, Frenchsurrealists, a pitcher of cream.The latest by prettyIndian novelists, the contents of fishtanksand pet-care in general.A dream about a cigarette.A hungry dream.
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 11:22:00 GMT |
Translation |
You and Iwere in a strange, new city.No, it wasa church, in a summerysmall town.We were waiting for a boat.You kissed me,but your mouth was hard.It wasa farm. There was a bedroom, full of wild ducks. ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 04:10:00 GMT |
Apartment (Korea) |
A bowl of Apples on the fridge.The Bed where I tussle with sleep.An old Chair, a sagging Desk.Eggs for breakfast.The Fridge, the apples, the hum of the fridge, cheerful necessity.No Ghosts.The Hair th...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:18:00 GMT |
Poem |
Sing of the girlwho brings salt through the rain,sing of her pale umbrella.Sing of her face,the moon in the window,sing of the harp that follows you.Sing of her mouth,the small beauties of appetite.Si...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 01:26:00 GMT |
Untitled |
On the lake, I am aloneon my raft at twilight. Moonover a distant cityrises, grows. Half the skyis ancient, bright. Deeper waves,dark water drivesme to the shore. My fatherwaits smiling, dangerand gri...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:15:00 GMT |
Playlist |
When the world comes throughthe mind of Bach, I dream of chess.Satie-- I dream of blondSundays at the beach, or my grandmother'sbedroom, on turquoise afternoons. The dresser, the mirror, the porcelain...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 12:06:00 GMT |
Love Happy* |
For seven hours tied to a chair, Harpo,smoking his ropes.Then five hours on the hideous rack, place your bets. An original from the workshop of fiendishVon Krakewietz of Monte Carlo.With Madam Igalic...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 22:09:00 GMT |
Two of thirty-two |
1. Still life with birth-day candles, Polaroid flare.The boy in the hat, the boy kept thereso that his smile arrivesas brightness in my hand, a thoughton a train among dim, lunar faces. The boy at the...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 04:34:00 GMT |
Social networking websites vs. |
the price points of the hypothalamus.A good set of chopperscan overcomefifty percent of your daily needs. High fiber cerealis just the beginning. We have methodsand red strings. Half your luck. We hav...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 04:03:00 GMT |
Ephemera |
Was things that glowedin our mother's house. The tip of each joint, the wavering coil of heat inside the toaster. We learned to enjoy the easy warmthof plastic Santas, our grandfather's hatsand other ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 03:49:00 GMT |
