Ali vs. Mildenberger |
You had me looking for Bobby Kennedy and Jesus Christ and the Viet Cong
in bloodied grape skin face folds and then
the Pavlovian DING DING! Tenth round,
and they--all of them--come scurrying dow... Posted by DIGITAL PRISONERS OF WAR on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 02:21:00 PST |
haiku |
thompson deadgasoline surgeswheat keeps growing... Posted by DIGITAL PRISONERS OF WAR on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 01:38:00 PST |
whistling dixie and other such frustrations (reprise) |
It was the only war fought on American soil by Americans:
Three million brawny,
burly, boiled down to six
hundred thousand stone
cold sober sacks keeping
it in the family,
keeping d... Posted by DIGITAL PRISONERS OF WAR on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 01:36:00 PST |
plastic drinking bird piece of shit novelty toy |
I've decided I would like to see Paris, perhaps, or maybe France, or the kitchen. I hear in these places there are a great variety of waters--water that snaps and re-sets the linear procession ... Posted by DIGITAL PRISONERS OF WAR on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 01:27:00 PST |
sonnet |
Let me be straightforward for a minute:
I could get used to it, the refining
process of staving off mortality,
jazz hands in the face of the deity
just last night I built a boat bigger than
Rimbauds,... Posted by DIGITAL PRISONERS OF WAR on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 01:18:00 PST |
haiku d'etat |
The teeth must be set,
it seems, as well as sharpened.
Thin coats will succeed.... Posted by DIGITAL PRISONERS OF WAR on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 01:14:00 PST |