Words, words, words. |
I could use every word I know. Would you listen?I could wax inane for pages: Your beauty like a million cliché similes, metaphors becoming an avalanche of meaninglessness. I could create a list ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 02:45:00 GMT |
Stupid Bee. |
I am not a flower.
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 12:49:00 GMT |
My New Invention: Bacontubes |
It is a tube in your wall that dispenses bacon.Investors should contact me immediately. Thanks.
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 13:32:00 GMT |
More Bad Poetry |
Languid reach, approximate distance.Twisting betwixt, fingertip glance andFlesh depresses.Firm. Mounting tension passesInto soft lullaby intoTime warped askew by passingThrough light by oily glanceSo ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 04:13:00 GMT |
Who? |
Are we now who,on the cusp of mailed dawn,lace our shoes with threadbare heartstringsand go,quivering and enraptured,to play in puddles?OrAre we now who,having coddled little baby perpetuity,watch the...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 00:40:00 GMT |
The Fair and Just King of the Ants |
Flaking, simmering brick becomes a throne, and I rule my kingdom of ants from on high. Not a single one dares to raise their eyes to my countenance. They all scurry past as if being pulled on a leash,...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 15:33:00 GMT |
Pockets. |
Fucking pockets.
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 00:18:00 GMT |
Born once, born once again. |
The blanket wraps tighter around your abdomen, holding in your guts, making it possible for you to be. Every heartbeat pounds louder than the last until you feel your ribcage will unhinge from the fer...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 16:27:00 GMT |
Macaroni. |
Hot dogs do not belong in Macaroni.
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 19:36:00 GMT |
Blort. |
I hate the sun. I want to blow it up.
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 10:12:00 GMT |
