Sleep? BAH! |
Black bourbon lemon eyes
Of through which, a heart sells lies
Sobered with the loss of time
Managed by a need to climb
Now salted dreams but shed a veil
On worn outlooks, be it heads for tales
And dr...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 13:15:00 GMT |
Inside the Actors Studio Questions |
What turns you on?
Beards
What turns you off?
Arrogance
What sound or noise do you love?
Opening Toothbrushes
What sound or noise do you hate?
Anything repeated over and over
What is ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 12:30:00 GMT |
Bootback Rhyme |
Well he handed me his mortal soul.He told me I could paint it gold.But coat upon coat we could not seeAn altered hue or coloring.The proof it was, proof of theeReflecting in the swollen...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 18:28:00 GMT |
A suppers been chilled |
A signal drawn, so quantified,
But hardly am I qualified
To count the time that fills my mind
From every thread you left behind.
Unnerved to be my element
Less than fifty five percent
Of a chest of d...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 19:20:00 GMT |
I couldnt help but breathe |
The gun experiments next to your picture
Missed by a nose, oh a hair to the right
I was reloading that goddman thing all night
Trial one: a mahogany blast to my front door
I'm already in, I d...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 19:03:00 GMT |
speaking your name by candlelight |
Red shadow lines in the tuffs we huffed
And the blouse now pairs tea light scattered glass.
Opposite deer, of which we'll clear
For sport, for game, of matching fame.
This.
Clearly for appear...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 23:10:00 GMT |
4.4 |
The service I provided was well bred and divided amongst the citizens and night
it came quite early due to, well now, surely, the latest criminals. All the bills that
fill my pocket injected in a lo...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 19:08:00 GMT |
Aristotle doesnt number pages |
"Slenderest knowledge of the highest things is more desirable than the most certain knowledge of lesser things."
To a worm's eye bound to the cold rich ground
And he'll never learn to fly
Unle...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 04:07:00 GMT |
L53894 |
First time I saw moon craters
He formed them in a Laboratory dish
First time I saw moon craters
I saw color where dark was Christian
Back of night sky
For the stare to ward off the unwanted o...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 13:43:00 GMT |
THIS |
He spoke the one
Words fell like the strings of streamers
Confetti phrases and a watchful eye
On the noon parade I swept that last of feet into the sky
It was there we wished to fly
Into the back of ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 13:34:00 GMT |
