to be in your arms - bumped |
to be in your armsis to stop the worldexhale.be still.i.i've made it so.you.you've letus.we.need justa moment.
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Posted by bruce dorlova on Sun, 18 May 2008 08:56:00 PST |
and i will - new work |
and i will woo her with my many faultsand sing her songs of loss to pave the wayand as affection grows i'll prune it hardas if it were a roseand i a gardnerthen i'll show her whereto dig the bitter ...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 09:53:00 PST |
we apostates - new work |
we apostatesunpackedthis attic-boxand sat in dust and sneezesand visited that other countryturned the stonethere is nothing so emptyas a mausoleumthe palimpsest of memorythe stigmata of the heartthe t...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:48:00 PST |
myspace (further exhumations) - new work |
myspace nationsit's not like the old dayshe said.he was standing, trowel in one hand,brick in the otherwhat's that you're building?i saidwallhe saiddon't know my neighbours these dayshe saidhe was w...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:36:00 PST |
the moment i wake up - new work |
praygive us this dayour quotidian laying-on of handsand searching of facesand forgive us notour manifold indiscretionsour merry leering weeknessesfor thine is the gamethy bat and thy ballcomfort mem...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 07:25:00 PST |
poem |
Correspondence, dated --/--/20 __.........Deer _____,........i got yor leter yesterday it was with a bunch of stuf in the malbox underware catelogs an stuf. i shore wishd yuo hadn rote it.&nbs...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 05:01:00 PST |
pussy |
i knew an orange cat.his name was Debussyit should have been Clawd.we called him buss.he acted like the worldowed him a livingjust because it tookhis balls and gavehim a stark-bolloxedname.i knew an...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 03:45:00 PST |
beauty does not exist - bumped |
beauty does not exist.eyes.eyes are real.but not the things they seeand heartsand soulslove does not exist.hands.hands are real.less so the things they touchand heartsand soulsthere is no such thing...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Sat, 17 May 2008 02:59:00 PST |
the anatomist - bumped |
the anatomist (iii)the body is the storefront of the selfand all the window dressinggeegaws baubles tinsels flagsthe coded labels on thebloodbagthe crustedpearly shelllaid open bythe knife revealsth...
Posted by bruce dorlova on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 12:00:00 PST |
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by believinghe was mistakenso he unbelievedand was discouraged.no cup is empty.no thirst is quenched.even a drowning manwould drink sweet air.
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Posted by bruce dorlova on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 04:13:00 PST |
