Nutria Related Deaths Hiaku-- Poem |
Nutria Related Deaths HiakuBy Wesley K. Heuston5/7/08 7:41pmNutria chews flesh,Flying towards the jugular,Swift kills for red-tooth.
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 19:50:00 GMT |
Barry Glassner-- A Look at How I Prove He’s a Big Fat Liar (Final Essay 5 pgs) |
By Wesley K. Hueston12/5/2007Barry Glassner-- A Look at How I Prove He's a Big Fat Liar As the sands of apprehension pass through the hour-glasses and subtract from our lifetimes, we give little thoug...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:27:00 GMT |
HOT DOG VOWS-- SHORT STORY (one page) |
"Hot Dog Vows"By Wesley K. HeustonApril 5 2007. Rewritten 3/24/08 12:45 amShe defines me,I am what I eat.She curves my sentiment and my bloat.She is my fulfillment of an insatiable appetite,And I am ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 17:41:00 GMT |
ROMEO -- POEM |
RomeoBy Wesley K. Heuston1/8/08 10:51pmRomeo is the name of a birdWho is rarely seen perching.When he does,He finds a nice tree-spot,And sings a few songs,When first sighted,He flies away,At the Pussy...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 19:41:00 GMT |
LOGIC, REASON, FANTASY--POEM |
"Logic, Reason, Fantasy" By Wesley K. Heuston8/2/07 2am We mull over life with fantastic force, And think thoughts that calculate our course. We feel safe within the solitudes of id, And confront the ...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 13:50:00 GMT |
SURFING THE YULETIDE--POEM |
Surfing The Yuletide12/22/06 revised 12/19/07Tis the season to show your cheer.Surrounded by gifts, each and every year.We dress up nice and dawn our decor.We play Christmas music 'til our ears turn s...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 17:33:00 GMT |
A DEATH OF MY FUTURE WIFE--POEM |
"A Death of My Future Wife"By Wesley K. Heuston1/21/07One breath,One breath,She held on to one breath,And in her dying eyes she wept,Of moments evanescent,Of the one in nonce.Hit the ground, the last ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 17:32:00 GMT |
AN ILL CONVERSATION--POEM |
"An ill conversation"03/27/07-- revised 01/01/08 1137pmBy Wesley K. HeustonThese tracks, captured in my head,Played out in faint echos, and dial-tone,And of what was said.Now like a brad,I wear the re...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 17:28:00 GMT |
