He said, thats what she said . |
Let me tell you about it, what it is....... ..Hell. Let me tell you about wanting to be the enemy. ....Before making h(er/)i(t)m your friend, surrounding yourself,.... beholden to his ....pathw...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 22:21:00 GMT |
the World above |
Laconic tankards in personified forms,abstraction hoisted by the proverbial "petard".Obfuscated, doss even beyond all recognition and not a bit there.The stretchy film and tiny cubes in perpetual perp...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 17:50:00 GMT |
Tradition as a cure |
We rally to the bases(t) of our instinctsAll the while persisting on a quantifiable definition,or an answer.Pliant minds watchstraight to slack-jawedas the wave of viscera-busting blasts, in syncopat...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 03:21:00 GMT |
That now, anyhow |
There's a saying,I forget what it is.There was too much interference from my Zen Master, who persisted to remind me thatI have not been alone sinceI've been on my own,There is a quote, but I got it...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 03:08:00 GMT |
Like Hell |
No-nonsense buttresses with alveo-linear embossment,striped chartreuse, thinly veiled stereo-optic anachronism,without the line about the horse and trough ... . . . Not to pull the proverbial chain, ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:18:00 GMT |
Subject View |
I'd have to begin with an oath.There are things that would matter more than others.That's what the survey said.I just want your opinion.Two times before, there was a case of aberrations in Pound's dic...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 02:27:00 GMT |
None of your concern, Sire or Noe text |
the frog that smelled like we'd emebed 'er,"it".Trolling through the flakes that time whisked-by, and by.A lot of mist among the trying whisps; Or "o" inquotation,questioning the "pho-en-et-ics/e-boni...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 02:10:00 GMT |
Pick "up" where I left "you" off! |
The echo of my footsteps in the empty alley. The presence of a long-lost sense. An urgency to take the step instead of the stare. An entrance where the exit used to be in the house of eternity, th...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 23:08:00 GMT |
Will |
The time it took to read this.Not in the sense that it took you, orin the sense that it took me,but in the sense, that is, the timeI broke the line, but notI.Rather, the time it took to mispell the w...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 00:21:00 GMT |
See(, if) it exists |
There it was,decomposing before my very-eyes.Cat-dissonance on a piano made by who-knows-who!?Sweet Lord, what was the chord?! &No doubt a lightning-rod from promethean undertones.To be facetious is,...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 00:25:00 GMT |
