ok i give in |
Daddy's Dealin And Mommy Cant Hold Ona double edged birthorthreeand notice the diamondsfade because nothing was done the way things should be doneand nowpotential holds a baby girl in her right arm sc...
Posted by viticus on Sun, 13 May 2007 11:31:00 PST |
tips and spaces arent we all just faces |
flowered fingertips in giant spacesaren't all things judged for the confidenceto grow wider, brighter, thanthe other flowers orthe other street lampsaren't we all judged by the extent of fingertips, y...
Posted by viticus on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 09:03:00 PST |
memory malfunctions paint pretty pictures |
rationalization forms pretty picturesi was watching you, world
through lakeside reflections
ripples
bending your features
your time
yes
i considered your breeze
stiffly through hair
gently into ear
y...
Posted by viticus on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 05:38:00 PST |
big heads and orange cats |
a night in the life 5Chester cheetah on a foamy visorsqueezing through oily hairround a skull built for kingsand notlittle ol' meand there was a tiny benchabove a slanted ceilingon the second floorso ...
Posted by viticus on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 05:31:00 PST |
no boogie man |
"im not scared of no boogie man."a fresh bulb version screamswhen cuts were boo boos blood was freshand tears the only sense of painexactdistinctand quick to fade"im not scared of no boogie man."a tho...
Posted by viticus on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 01:08:00 PST |
a visit in a painting |
muzzles and mirrors
ive seen Asian school whoresin stockings, panties, andeye patchesgrinding their hips into M-16 steelwhile pasting me so horny facesover baby fat cheek bones
so i turned to leaveAnd...
Posted by viticus on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 04:29:00 PST |
good ole days |
ive been writing often but am seriously frustrated with the lack worthwhile content. The grass is always greener in the good old daysremember when night walkscould shed hours of daylight uponthe blood...
Posted by viticus on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 03:19:00 PST |
a poem |
things id rather not forget.I remember days I pissed my pantsfor fear of asking a teacher to leave I remember hatred for a manwho was never there I remember failing to get it upfor my first time on Ne...
Posted by viticus on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 05:41:00 PST |
down the tracks and out to sea |
like floating out to sea eventually saved by savages known to eat flesh (everything from ass to organs)savages who on this particular morning seemrather pleasant,press this pen to pad and embark on a ...
Posted by viticus on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 06:14:00 PST |
sand box dreams |
From souls of shoes to sand box dreamsA day passes quickly like little kids in bike gangs at age eight, or nineracing through the streetswith unbridled electricity so much more than point Ato B, or so...
Posted by viticus on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 10:23:00 PST |
