note cards of fantasy |
i've note carded
my life up
in preparation
for adding
another
fucked up
indie ink
to a crowded
palate
of American film
here's a
puddle
jump
at year's
end,
bored teachers
made us
turn...
Posted by w.alt burns on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 11:30:00 PST |
in this diamond whisper cave |
in this, diamond
whisper cave,
i'm in this.
i'm in this.
i wonder if
i'm going pussy
writing
in this journal
while wars of
domestication
flare.
the mud-
forgiving walls
crack and fall
left na...
Posted by w.alt burns on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:37:00 PST |
stray the road of winding |
i try my ear at nature's call whose Paraguay is trivia who'll never pour in budding eye a field mouse padding most of it her caves are bare, trees recede two mountain scars revealing the lady's depth...
Posted by w.alt burns on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 09:45:00 PST |
today, we climbed a mountain |
today, we climbed a mountainwearing round hats of gibbershand thick plated sunglasses blocking americas hue up the waitress bring my whiskeypunch my moonthigh ticket tram.here, i'm riding gunpowderin ...
Posted by w.alt burns on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 06:54:00 PST |
OUR LADY OF SORROWS...BLEW PAST THAT SUCKA |
tens of miles from Santa Rogaine soaping my supers in single lane starched panty parade. itchin' skivvies. America, yer scion son hopped the cadillac ranch. my voodoo vega's a taxidermied equine from...
Posted by w.alt burns on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 01:19:00 PST |
SHINY SHINY DISCO BALLS |
shh. mister salesman of panty wax vinylthe last batch scratched my needle thin piddlei cork my ears to yer prerecorded sizzlemy wife thinks i'm gathering songbirds like twigssome chirping beef jerky a...
Posted by w.alt burns on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:21:00 PST |
time bandit circuitry |
adrift on my couchin khaki socks and blue on blue boxer briefsmy gauzy gaze escapes the blindspast the prairieand the gas drilling mosquito nestto mind the vague horizonwhere adam and God shadow play ...
Posted by w.alt burns on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 09:09:00 PST |
below the folds of husk |
below the folds of huskhangs a suit of many odorsa house of cardsa man who cannot fit his legs in the bathtubso he hunchesover haunches growlsand stabs the switchat bestthe light will failat bestthe p...
Posted by w.alt burns on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:29:00 PST |
switch this bit |
their daunting haunches roll and witherlike the pink skin of chapel bells.sticky bun easement. rottweiler coolnessdrools of success meditation, succession. medication indentured, dentures for the off...
Posted by w.alt burns on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 07:24:00 PST |
this lush our love |
under Lilliputian lunarthe helium brogue of linenflapping in the breezethe clothespin soldiers puffon the bedspread of our plansbut the wind pulls on its 'chutethe night is landing herefireflies and c...
Posted by w.alt burns on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 06:07:00 PST |
