Six Foot Over |
I see the footless man
in an electric wheelchair
patrol these narrow streets
eyeing up the strangers,
just to let them know,
he is the footless man.
I see the beggar sit
and clip empty beer c...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 20:56:00 GMT |
How To Be Cool |
As cool as the Fonz in a freezer.
When I grow up I want to be,
not the guy sitting in front of me
with his girlfriend's head bobbing in his lap,
as he looks around anxiously, to see who's still awa...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 20:46:00 GMT |
Plant! |
(for Eoin)
I want to stop treading the line
between consumer and creator
and fall down on the good side.
I'm gonna dig a small hole in a garden,
bury my feet inside it,
I'm gonna breathe carbon diox...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 20:41:00 GMT |
My Little Eye |
The whole world could be captured
by my little eye
but I'd rather sit here
with an excuse to look at you.
You spied something beginning with something
or everything beginning with nothing.
I spy so...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 07:15:00 GMT |
The Weight That Is Carried, And The Weight That Is Not |
I saw two kids riding on a bike.
One sitting on the saddle,
letting his legs dangle
with arms around his brother
who was pumping the pedals
with legs like relentless pistons
beneath the weight of h...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 22:18:00 GMT |
