just now i was calling you to confess |
just now i was trying the doorat the old house actually just the screen doorlocked i fell cryingjust now i was digging for a plastic batto beat the babysitterdummyjust now i was wearing that maroon tu...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 05:26:00 GMT |
song that will never be completed or set to music |
there's a creaky spot in the aft deck floori know because you hit it every timeyou slid up to my doorit's a plankton in the abyssbut that's you sui generisthere's a song that played in the arab cabi s...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 22:47:00 GMT |
Okay, they may not get drunk but they write letters anyhow |
Cowards get drunk and compose anonymous letters to people who pissed them offOkay, they may not get drunk but they write letters anyhowto people they hate who cut them to the quick in publicor didn't ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 18:36:00 GMT |
speckled sky, I was watching too |
(If Ali Caulfield had lived...)You should have fallen backhit your head on somethingthe evening we shared poetryAll I could think was "bolder"Given "older" you rhymed "soldier", perfectlyI can't figur...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 15:43:00 GMT |
jesco white, dancing outlaw |
(see my photo album "dancin' outlaw" for pictures of jesco and the gang)many of you are aware of jesco white and the documentary about him called Dancin' Outlaw. recently i had the opportunity to acc...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 06:43:00 GMT |
friends. Did you expect me |
I can scarcely remember the violent way I arrived here. But now, floating down stream arms outstretched. . . I knew the sky was beautiful, but God, this beautiful? I think I'm finally settlinginto m...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:45:00 GMT |
i'm a dog diggin |
i'm a dog digginpitchin in betwigginmy hind legs a shigginround the hole skatindirt circumnavigatini'm a dog diggin...waitin
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 08:40:00 GMT |
for Alyson |
There is some heavenly way you tendthe flowers who wait there patiently,arching stemmed backs to meet your hands.They submit, sway in silent rows, contentedin the soft beds of your happy garden.Roses ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:41:00 GMT |
lightning rod, boy |
they make these things for static chargea needle pricks the skywith feet all buried deep in groundyou know the ions always tryto go straight through but this thing here will make them go aroundand tha...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:27:00 GMT |
Dear Entropy |
Dear Entropy,You are the grass I admire growingout of control, I beat back with contraptions that rotfaster in the yard than in the garage. More precisely I can cut and keep thingsdry but you'll outl...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:23:00 GMT |
