4:40 |
From the
letter 'A'
back to
the 'Z'
And
wishing
that
moments
smelled
like you again
Under the
Christmas streetlights
When puddles
sitting
beneath each step
were
simply reflections
of content-
ki...
Posted by Rib on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 01:46:00 PST |
Overdue mindflow |
Summertime
in the
east village
Toothy grin
Like
that boy
quietly content
with
a
candycane
smile
reminds me.
Getting lost
in a stare
past
each
lamp post
like soldiers
under
this evening's
chilly sky
M...
Posted by Rib on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 02:04:00 PST |
1:06 |
I saw the
glitter-smile
in the red
brake lights
before
my face
hit
the wheel
And
I smiled
amid
sleepy-
moments
again
last night
under
the subconscious
sting
I'm
sorry
that
each
broken light
screams...
Posted by Rib on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 10:07:00 PST |
WHAT??!! |
Look.............I am notto be taken as a puppetwith a colored-hand.Because I happenedupon a braindoes not make my smileyours.So.......The fact that I'm motherfucking busywith lifedoesNOT make me pomp...
Posted by Rib on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 10:27:00 PST |
1:44 |
Which minute
will
sit
with
the last
second
that
makes
this over-
exposed
tipity-top
forget
when
being higher
than
thou
felt
as
perfect as
I
can
remember.
The
beats
of my heart
were
music.
rib...
Posted by Rib on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:45:00 PST |
10:10 |
Stuffing all my po-po-
politics
into
the travel-bag
for a trip
beneath
the messy day.
Cuz' last night
was a substance-
driven
food fight
that ended
in my
last drop
leaving
salty puddles
and no...
Posted by Rib on Tue, 22 May 2007 07:11:00 PST |
941 |
Where
is that moment
again
When
my face
actually
reacted
for
a spell
I'm sure it's in your journal
Scribbled
moments
like a leap-year
and
those
fleeting seconds
I wish
you'd recorded
Because
I'd lo...
Posted by Rib on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:42:00 PST |
My interview with Pulp Mag. |
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Posted by Rib on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 01:36:00 PST |
mindflow at 11:31 |
I could
be pulling
the roots
out
from
this
scattered-
sullen
head
But burning
the candle
at
both ends
reminds
me
to forget
when
the walls
I built
sang
multi-colored
vibrations
Now ...
Posted by Rib on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 08:46:00 PST |
mindflow at 9:20 |
In what
shoes
do you sit
in
tonight?
What
makes you
giggle
like
I had
Those days
and
evenings
I sat
in
Content
Kid
Shoes?
I would
sing
the
Content
Kid
Blues
Now
to be
content
seems
a dream
abo...
Posted by Rib on Wed, 30 Nov 2005 06:21:00 PST |
