misanthrope |
We are a sour mix inside. But we shield that yellow and green. With great armor strapped across our backs and shoulders and faces. Chests pressed out, proud and intense. Steady steps. Calcul...
Posted by lemoney on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 08:51:00 PST |
discipline |
Cram and smudge my mind ta thinkin' I owe more'n this. Puttin' judgements on actions I every day offerwith more thought than before. I feel tired and small. Awkward and glowy. I don't want...
Posted by lemoney on Sat, 03 May 2008 11:04:00 PST |
rewound |
pull tightly 'round that masscut off an' sober up with whatever word you use for your familiarity needssee it there?--lacking, hidingside stepping the muddy puddle.jacket got laid down but we'd ...
Posted by lemoney on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 02:13:00 PST |
sunrise |
oh oh snap down hard baby doll. collect your fees and continue on past all the philosophical novels you opted out of. sprout your lyrics and tote your carousel off to some place more winded and worn. ...
Posted by lemoney on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 10:35:00 PST |
tribute |
Fall fall fall---switch on focus towards a lesser delay. Let's get ourselves bruised and untied so we can swell up and expand our torsos. Expand into what exactly is the question. Jazz can't quite com...
Posted by lemoney on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 01:28:00 PST |
in a word |
constant mind of what to do what to do decision made and still what to do what to do bright blues turn to sordid hues i am not this face this is not my face round and splotched with light and potentia...
Posted by lemoney on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 02:53:00 PST |
in the ground and i forgot flowers |
it swirls around the brain. clicks and cracks--swarming in such a way that it seems too familiar to accept. too cliche to affect. then it switches tempo. it slows to a drone that gathers in such great...
Posted by lemoney on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 08:42:00 PST |
the up and down of it |
It weren't anticipated. That follow up how-dee. That forced hell-o. I molded the form of that whole thing. Then I made my way down the steep ladders, the never-ending hallways, the buzzin' bees (now w...
Posted by lemoney on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:16:00 PST |
sided |
we got caught with our mouths open--didn't get too far with that. s'pose it mirrors out with all that stuff--we got lots around the house.humbly narrow, we gots lots a line, lots a food, lots a time. ...
Posted by lemoney on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 03:44:00 PST |
forget me knots |
I saw a girl with yellow hair pluck a purple flower from the forehead of an old man. He screamed from pain and I wondered if I should say something since I was the only other one around. The old man r...
Posted by lemoney on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
