Waiting for the Post-Man |
Pick him up!
Chuck him in the Shelly Ward
His head is fucked
And his inspiration bored
He no longer thinks of degenerate dragons
Cats napping in the dogs kennel
Feasible off sprin...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 08:05:00 GMT |
Rapunzel and the Window Cleaner |
Climbing cautiously over buried relativesHolding sacred the skeleton key that unlocks cracked skullsVertical walls of dry brown grass insulate an empty stareTeeth crumble and drip inside a broken plas...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 03:59:00 GMT |
Have you seen where I put my memory? |
I am always loosing my memoryforgetting where i've put itbut it's probably a blessing in disguisethat it insists on being temporary.For; when chasing the tail of this dayit's important to forge...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 19:46:00 GMT |
Growing to Grow |
I'm growing to grow wherever I canThe searching man should find a boyHe'll understand like the back of his handThat the negative path is just a toy The ivy tower will climb and creepTo the outer depth...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 05:41:00 GMT |
Still My Veins are Reigning |
They only said one muffled word to me:And I haven't got a grape vineAnd I sleep in the day timeOne word is or isn't enoughI was drawn from the cold section,my death celebrated at dawnRai...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 01:20:00 GMT |
The Manikin Lays Within |
My tongue has been cutBy the razor blades that are my teethButMy fingers are still intactAnd are close friends of my thoughts A tree stump holds an honest window to it's rootsIt's history is written ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 02:38:00 GMT |
A Lone |
And now lonely Ness has chosen to sit at my tablewhen it is all of those around me that crave her company.Has she come to me because I am afraid of her?She offers me dark clouds pregnant with m...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 06:47:00 GMT |
Tom the murdering bird’s after taste of our New York scurvy |
theMAN in the HATwithout a TANThe man in the hat (bowler) had no tan. A rakish angle he sits. Instead, artificial lashes on sallow cheeks and a barbaric scar that splitshis corrugated complexion. A la...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 14:03:00 GMT |
On the Writer’s Block |
On the writer's blockMy head shall be choppedThen my lips from within the basketShall turn to my body and ask it:(Has that taken the weight off your shoulders)How did it feel when the festering ash of...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 03:00:00 GMT |
Twit |
I’m riding along on a little cane bike
With a tiny brown tear on the end of a spike
Tomorrows plans are never enough
For today’s opportunities are ever so tough
There’s...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 11:38:00 GMT |
