stupid inspiration |
stupid inspiration:
The cowards reward of the chains that tie down walks with the
staggering ignored thoughts. We smoke our throats raw. There was once
an image now decaying and awkward and lost. P... Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:53:00 GMT |
damn near knocked me down |
tackle the traffic when you get a moment, i have been trying to take down the old mirrors, for about two days. like a blade you get lazy. to call the strife out and put it on the table. Not to be con... Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:27:00 GMT |
these cracked cups work well enough |
String across the roads, in an awkward motion, the ball comes apart.
That limps fall apart. And smell of nothing in the dark.
Just a wave of bathing stares and darting eyes under
stars in lawn chai... Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 01:10:00 GMT |
the street call out for me to lay down |
This is odd, in its lack of concern for its feet, and all the places it has taken it. The prompt failed, the man left staring at the camera, into the living rooms of the world. Momentum mentioned unde... Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 01:00:00 GMT |
miles on your face |
the all scratched faces stares into glass, covered in tape, in a hope that it will not fall in, making crapthe bind sinking of hope. like the cats teeth into birds, of that sort the mans lies bleed ou... Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 18:09:00 GMT |
Poems about characters |
.There was a slow spell between the two parties that was a mess of weak ideas. No clean up just the blank plastic steps. And our livers hurt as much as the hands holding bottles. Onslots of pine trees... Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 21:23:00 GMT |
more shit form my phone |
POEMSONE This in its slow rubbing flat face motion. That call of old plastic ghosts on dash boards. Face the nice folks first then make your way back to the ass holes. Up there throats in fools gold. ... Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 20:15:00 GMT |
things from my phone |
after drinking for two days i took this pictureI took a picture of my self from the camera at the job i had in febdriving my carpoems1Of showers that fight the bold smile on it's flat land old reno so... Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 19:54:00 GMT |
crushing these doubts |
One the eve of cancer, the spreading that will crack the rest of you health apart and fall into the drain, crawling back out and laying down in the shower for about an hour. Sick as a clack film that ... Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 19:03:00 GMT |
Horns busting the man |
All coins roll into the slots and seize a great sound that hums and keeps the neighborhood up at night. A force that pulls a decision to the earth faster than you could chose. And lets us see up for w... Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:22:00 GMT |