power pop for pirate punks |
my best girlie hilarie and i used to rage together in this happy little band-M-9give us a visit, be friends with us, good times!
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 11:02:00 GMT |
whoring |
she sold her bodyfor a comfortable couch-the one she had was good enoughfor her, but not for her infant son.she told me this.the white chocolate martinithat she had paid forslipped a little in my hand...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 07:22:00 GMT |
hello stalker |
ha ha ha
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 15:19:00 GMT |
sophie's choice |
ambidextriadysnumeriacontradictiathe left handseesthe right handbut maintainssilence.
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 13:43:00 GMT |
still life with banjo, shotgun, and pickle barrel |
cover your eyes- those are frozen bits of trees falling from nowhere, from the sky, the freeze and the crack the stiff tarp over the station wagon branches targeting the sunroof the ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 14:08:00 GMT |
samhuinn |
my mother's spirit shrieked in through the fifth floor windowof the Provenzano-Lanza Funeral Home building-into the loft i shared with youwhen you were not sharing itwith one of your others.under the ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 20:29:00 GMT |
broken hill |
the problem with youlies not in someimagined abyssbut rather in the mazeof chest-high ditchesyou dig for yourselfmy hands are brokenfrom pulling you outmy legs are brokenfrom running behindfoxhole to ...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 11:38:00 GMT |
remote |
re: lines deletedfrom my correspondencelately they concern youthe lines i pullat the final scanningthe lines i writeto spite myselfto feed myselfto feel my self-this badly oiled machinethat was builtf...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 17:35:00 GMT |
my crimes |
once i caught a salamander, played with it for a while, then put it in my dancing ballerina jewelry box when my mom called me down for dinner. i forgot all about it.i found it about a week later. it h...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 13:23:00 GMT |
Shoot the Dam |
Nine o’ clock says it’s timeto kick the bastard back;shows me a bloodred beachballset on a nestof dull warm knives,a silvery alien fishbreathing clingfilmin a brown glass jar.Later on asks...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 20:24:00 GMT |
