tell it like it is |
Get StutterThis circus and the circumferenceof unqualified sources claims a mask of everloving wonder and a vessel of everlasting life.These channels forming from out of my mouthtake a serious motiont...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jan 2010 01:50:00 GMT |
suction1987 |
And the dimensions multiply by themselves.A year gone too soon,Another year of possibilities left in the hands of implausible circumstances.A moment arrives, skidding and pleading,Alas, to remember wi...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:41:00 GMT |
josh! what you goddamn doing?! |
OvenThe surviving embers huddlearound the cresentic lullabiesof wandering leaves.And toast to those living creaturesof raucous propertiesand monumental prescriptionsa full suit of liquid entanglements...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 14:33:00 GMT |
A quick, funny scene |
Pfft!The people remained calm as the psychic read the testimony of the writings. They briefly spoke in the crowded whispers of dripping loops that could well signal the end of their understanding. The...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 17:25:00 GMT |
they can wait |
PRISMS//I am heavily convinced and I will pen a bible of marbelized fame.Or fashion words to swim like miniature, squirming skies.Take notice of these leaping angels of sculpted meatspelling their ai...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 23:22:00 GMT |
you celebrate in equal parts horror and lust |
.. ..You wish to invent a dying animal.....You want to pretend that youre not a dying animal....... ..
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 15:37:00 GMT |
if this is it--doo wop! |
Lift Lift
if it rains
clouds somersault
lips quiver
with a soliloquy
reaching for a sky
saying and now
forming collapsable
sentences of a journeying
withering tongue
jump aside and into
a self relect...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 01:44:00 GMT |
thank you, O Lord, for the white, blind light! |
Dedicate new oceans of unsound,
crumbling stadiums to the batting wings of an eye.
Direct an emotion like a string of pearls
around the fingers of bedlam.
Knowingly contort the scenes
...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 03:31:00 GMT |
interrupted by your loveliness |
A thought of Heaven
A glimpse alive
fills me with the solace of morning
and the embrace of the night.
What storm of dying stars
and what wet conversations
remain the comfort to m...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 02:19:00 GMT |
the older they get the cuter they aint |
Legend: An Advert for the Times
A legend is available on an installment plan
and a horse will be available to fornicate tomorrow.
Make plans for the remains of the deceased
to be good a...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 02:29:00 GMT |
