Come, Dumb, Full of young... |
10-lb. lightener (ahhhhhh...)You'll be what you eat& you were what you ate is the lawA phoenix risen from the seat;a faux-plaster horse-shoe was releasednow the body is done running throughTurning to ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 20:53:00 GMT |
Presidential candidate, Pete McLusty... |
You've given no words aimed towards meunless they're tied to yr ends (I feel ya lean).My attraction's hid by yr indifferent's green...Fascinated by yr face & the spaceleft for my imagination to behest...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Jul 2009 18:51:00 GMT |
Jazz Got Me Something Good In Foggy San Francity North |
For the jazz:I'ma gunner needsomefin' loose and dirty,somefin' funky, sloppyMonkeys having funJimi, I'ma gunner needyr phalanges to waltz,yr surreal you'll-tidesuh-wing-ing through the trees,making fa...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 13:19:00 GMT |
Gettin' in the mix of things flow to playlist iTuned myself into... |
T-bone steak as cynical psychic all sick intoned and cyclicOhio songs winter oak snow blues into summer soul & sexFlesh & blood a dream what it seams (where're the seams?)Vexes are laid as sure as a b...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:22:00 GMT |
THANKING MY MOTHER FOR PIANO LESSONS |
--------------by Diane Wakoski----------------- The relief of putting your fingers on the keyboard, as if you were walking on the beach and found a diamond as big as a shoe; as if you had just built a...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 07:24:00 GMT |
The moon is yr nose, I kiss to bed horizontally... |
Six slices of pizza get in place at the edge of the cutting board for the demolition derby where I will be the big winner. The cup filleth up and the cup crapeth over & on and on & so forth over and ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jun 2009 00:42:00 GMT |
Who The Hell Am I To Preach? Who The Hell Am I To Reach? |
Sanctimonious Christians go to warCant Muslims go to warHypocritical Jews go to warBigoted Hindus go to warI pity you and your dead or dying flamesBomb your own GodsBomb your own holy sitesBomb the wh...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 22:53:00 GMT |
A Snack-Packed Adventure On A Good Day |
Heavy ill-equipment rumbles through insecuritylooking for a crowd of insipid people ( hardhat skulls )to stand in a circle around an unfair fightas energy's wept to useless nightCall the wet nurse!Cal...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 11:22:00 GMT |
{ Men Age A Rye } by Big Sway |
Giraffes conspire in the treesBirds spy and peck, peck the seeds but no leaves& generally no leads generatedThe air is like running water if you're thin enoughA butterfly flutters byA dead hummingbird...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 09:01:00 GMT |
{ It's Pronounced So-Duh } by Big Sway |
I lick the typewriter keys' face-Saccharine cubes imprinted with nightOctopus inkwell on Clean Hope, TexasAs an Orwellian nightcapStalks the concrete tundraMy doors remain open-Misfortune, tempted by ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:01:00 GMT |
