more poetry |
What I do when I should be doing homework. In the order I wrote them&... ..10 Minutes.. .. I think that guyis sitting there. She saysfrom right next to methe next stoolas soon as I sitdown... ..Withou...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 14:26:00 GMT |
I’m a beast |
I really am. I've been winning lately, winning big.
Everyone thinks that things are supposed to balance out. Karma, right? Even Timberlake will tell you that what goes around comes a...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 09:56:00 GMT |
Poetry |
So I got to work early and I have a little time to fuck around on the computadora.
Quick update, and then I'll hit you with a poem I'll probably read at the UTEP Creative Writing Society reading at Ki...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 14:20:00 GMT |
Prose Before Hos |
Goooooooodamn. That's how Ruben says it, and that's how I feel. Man, that fucker cracks me up. Gooooooodamn! The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. I do my best to con...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 14:20:00 GMT |
I like this one. "20/20" |
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20/20
It's usually not until you get to the end of something that you can look back on it with any sort of clarity. ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 22:23:00 GMT |
Retreat (2) |
A field of faces stares back at me in response, eager, expecting a glorious display of tears. I close my eyes, try to calm myself.
&...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 14:43:00 GMT |
Retreat (1) |
Retreat
I was asleep, dreaming of my dead mother, when Gerald's young, cultured voice comes on the bus loud speaker. "Okay,...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 14:42:00 GMT |
Parley |
Carl DeKoatz Parley "My next guest is said to have spent over a year of his life without saying a single word all in the name of music. I bet my wife would love him. (laughter ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 05:34:00 GMT |
Rhythm in Your Head |
Carl DeKoatz Rhythm in your head Just wait. The door closes. You don't need me to be with you. You are fine. Or you will be? FINE Your mom had you...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 05:30:00 GMT |
Just a poem |
Carnal She is hardly a meal. All knuckles, elbows, and knees. A little girl, laughing at twenty, And me, with my appetite. No, she’s more of a morsel, A healthy cho...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 14:49:00 GMT |
