They Sat and Stared |
In the long years that they lived together, in the untidiness of their one bedroom apartment, Carmella, taught him how to think less of himself. She burrowed into his head and planted the idea that he...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:54:00 GMT |
Slight Grudge |
holding only a slight grudge against lifei walked through the porthole-esque streets ofdowntown los angelesall the dingy gray walls and dirty black asphalt streetssuffer to createsome kind of s...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 16:09:00 GMT |
yup |
i started thinking of howi would have a day off in themorningit turned into howi can drink tonightandnot worryaboutgetting upit ended with two forty-ounce bottlesand david lettermaneightyounces of hig...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 04:15:00 GMT |
blood |
i can feel the blood in my veins
count each cell
track their travel
through my head, neck, shoulders
arms
wrists and fingers
heart, chest,
abdomen and legs
toes
blood pulsating to my...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 23:34:00 GMT |
'possum |
about once a month
i would hear my dog barking madly
in the middle of the night
i would come out of the house to see the hoopla
it was a big possum making
its way across the fence
or hiki...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 01:37:00 GMT |
mornings |
mornings always make mesleepyi'd rather lie downto sleepas the sun comes upthan wastemy nightdaytime is just so lamework, school, billsnight timeis the right timebut i'm getting olda month off from ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 14:06:00 GMT |
moon |
if the moon playeda tuneit would besad and lonelyif the moonhad a mascotit would bemelancholyif the moon hada theme songit would be writtenby tom waitsand they wouldsit togetherone nightand share a bo...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 18:25:00 GMT |
sun |
the sun comes up on on a new yearonly to remind methat i have nothing to showfor the life i've livedthe sun comes up on a new dayonly to unveil to mehow good it does what it doesrising and setting wit...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:28:00 GMT |
In Psalm Knee Ack |
Coffee floods my veinsThere's nowhere to go this lateEyes wide dilema
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 02:57:00 GMT |
Of Independent Artists |
Independent artist work so hard, so often to no avail. It kills me when I see so many people listening to the junk on the radio while an abundance of genius is lost in oblivion, waiting for the prover...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 22:48:00 GMT |
