ink is my favorite... |
ink is my favorite dirtoften incontinentlike the garrulous fountainand then certainlytremendous and valientas the steadfast pen.ink is my favorite birththe gutter fox may waneinked in glorybut stone p...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Aug 2009 16:18:00 GMT |
nyc haiku |
her neck of wood camemarbled in pure opiatesthis place is stepped on
Posted by on Thu, 20 Aug 2009 16:17:00 GMT |
pivotal |
she bespoke an assembly:extraordinary oranges,magnificent yellows,pacific windowsof irrepressible blue,like lit coals articulating,plain as lady day,astonishing tales ofglimmers of old madness.like a ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Aug 2009 09:27:00 GMT |
unbridled |
i have something to saysaid the unbridled boyi shan't paraphrase my ployswe can afford to speak easyi know nothing of this lifeor heretoforebut there are no exciting ways to diecease to be shywhen you...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 12:12:00 GMT |
worlds fail, go forth (jeff r.i.p.) |
our affectionate armsseared with fond cauterykept for a sakenever callousnever to deadenour eloping bloodspilled to give forthhumanities for an earthonly changeonly to thickenwhen our words failan itc...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 13:31:00 GMT |
we have grown |
i have grown absent and of silence. i have grown, nonetheless. a man on the verge of the precipice, or the geometric aspect of things arriving. steele birds kissing conspiratorial clouds, i decrypt th...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 19:49:00 GMT |
Lost of Love* (1-3) |
* The Bad Plus#1 (romantic)i need to goshe saidwash off my partsi knew i was introublewhen i beganto bleedalastwas proofof a heartand thenthere was rustfor our scintillated skinto look forward to...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 20:00:00 GMT |
good morning |
its nine o clock in the morningjust got off a ten hour shiftin time to catch the freezing rainon my walk back homesitting on an air mattress air is like an ant when so inclinedit can carry an eleven t...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 16:39:00 GMT |
New York #8 (for sasha pearl and the clutters) |
the setting is wind season in wyomingclouds are shaped in figures i can rememberhand picked and hand craftedthe nights beforeas if they were real punctuationsin a classical dissertation entailingbenig...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:36:00 GMT |
new york # 10 |
# 1are you freemost days or some time?clearly everyday is a true storyof course sneak in a surreal matineeoh but a chance for cadenza.to submit thy soliloquy unflurriedshedding loquacious light o...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 22:55:00 GMT |
