Waiting for the end of the world. |
When she took off her coat I could see that she was nervous.Underneath she wore a dress that made her look like she had tried too hard. I was nervous too but I couldn't let her know that because she ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 23:54:00 GMT |
Too many hours in this midnight. |
I wonder what it would feel like to be the very best at something. What would it feel like to win a Pulitzer Prize for Liturature or the Welterweight Championship of the World? My...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 21:09:00 GMT |
I never stop loving this country, ever. |
"You think you're the only one who can get your picture on a cover of a magazine? I'll show you, ya bitch. I can out-Disney you and I can out-whore you. By the way, Mom told me that she loves me be...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 20:43:00 GMT |
Kitchen Magnet Poet |
I worship Love more than a drinkalmostbut the language is too hard to embraceEvery frantic urge is a hole that she can never fillAn ache of violent passion will spreadall rough and prettyThe mirror le...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 17:27:00 GMT |
Streetlight streetfight |
The sweat left a sheen on her bare shoulders, turning her freckles into broken bits of glass winking up from a moonlit street. She told me she wasn't impressed by my thrift store coat or my pretentiou...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 19:58:00 GMT |
Somethin’ Else |
I woke up in a shotA pop-gun, not a pistolI yanked on the rough edges of codeine smoke screens that lay heavy on my eyesLevel headed but unaware of my surroundingsIt helps to stay on the level sometim...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 16:25:00 GMT |
A forced anthem |
The cynic in me says not to hold my breathwhile the darkness of the lager turns me back into myselfI see a layer of ivorythat blankets where I eatand that's the last thing I remember before the drink ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 23:23:00 GMT |
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground. |
If one were to be inclined to speak in theoretical terms, one would say that the heat is on. Hot on a scale that is uncomfortable even for us boys from the south. Africa hot, get it? The walls close i...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 23:15:00 GMT |
Jesus Christ Pose |
I'm not a cowboy. I'm not a superhero. I'm a coward. I'm a cheat. I'm a liar.
I used to hang with a bunch of guys that thought that they were gangsters. They weren't. They were upper-middle class whi...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 08:13:00 GMT |
The In's and Out's of being an upper middle class white male |
Relief mixed with regret. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. I think maybe from now on I'll just take a zen approach to everything. It happens because it happens. There is no right. There is n...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 15:08:00 GMT |
