I've seen too many glazed-eyed |
bums sitting under a bridgedrinking cheap wineyou sit on the couchwith metonightnew woman.have you seen theanimal-eaterdocumentaries?they show death.and now I wonderwhich animal ofus will eat theother...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 19:54:00 GMT |
Poppies In July |
Little poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm?You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burnsAnd it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clea...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 12:10:00 GMT |
Confessions of a Futon-Revolutionist |
This encompasses our young-adulthood, my friends.Held like water in your shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means....
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 01:10:00 GMT |
Oh Comely.. |
Your father made fetuses with flesh-licking ladiesWhile you and your mother were asleep in the trailer parkThunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiumsThe music and medicine you needed for comforti...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 15:21:00 GMT |
Cure for the romantics.. |
Love...casts itself on persons who, apart from the sexual relation, would be hateful, contemptible, and even abhorrent to the lover. But the will of the species is so much more powerful than that of t...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 23:47:00 GMT |
Happy Christmas in July |
Christmas Card From A Hooker In MinneapolisHey Charlie I'm pregnantAnd living on the 9th StreetRight above a dirty bookstoreOff Euclid AvenueAnd I stopped takin dopeAnd I quit drinkin whiskeyAnd my ol...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:57:00 GMT |
Three a.m. drunks |
"Three a.m. drunks, all over America, were staring at the walls, having finally given it up. You didn't have to be a drunk to get hurt, to be zeroed out by a woman; but you could get hurt and become a...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
