The Resurrection |
engulfed in flames u traced my body in rhythmic bluesglued it back together with spit & microphone wirea prophet proclaimed ur death & i grieved wore my very best black boots & shadespumped my fist li...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 09:49:00 GMT |
Volunteer |
To the Child that voluntarily put himself behind a gate this morning:Dear Little Manchild,I watched u this morning from behind a gated window.Like a thousand tiny army ants, Red with blood around thei...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 09:47:00 GMT |
Twitter . . . a cinquain |
Twittervoyeurismgiving status updatesbrings us closer than we meant to Big Bro
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 09:46:00 GMT |
Dance on a String |
i dangle for a livingwalk tightropes attached to greased polesnoose the string around my neck for funguess i'm a necrophiliac that waytongue kiss death every time i swallow taste salty bits of past he...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 09:44:00 GMT |
A Day Late & A Dollar Short . . . a haiku |
He saved his last dance for mein his pocket like loose change for wishes
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 09:40:00 GMT |
Poets Question (a haiku) |
If I don't slam itDoes that mean my poem does not make an impact?
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 20:12:00 GMT |
thanks (a haiku) |
for somegratitude is likestepping on an escalator backwards
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 07:43:00 GMT |
chancellor says (a haiku) |
from now on we'll have no child left behind(unless he can't pass the test).
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:50:00 GMT |
modern day marriage (a haiku) |
unplanned pregnancyis the substitute forgetting him on one knee
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:43:00 GMT |
why i don’t have children (a haiku) |
love is seldom foundwhen biological clocksmake dating choices
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:32:00 GMT |
