The Drunken Boat |
Arthur RimbaudAs I was floating down unconcerned Rivers,I no longer felt myself steered by the haulers:gaudy Redskins had taken them for targets,nailing them naked to coloured stakes.I cared nothing f...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 02:00:00 GMT |
deleted scenes |
Your lifes like a comic book - all shadows and childhood fantasy. The people you love, disguised, in a velvet glove biography. But I recognise whats going on : deleted scenes. And when your eyes go ou...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 13:41:00 GMT |
peel it the fuck down |
Met my mother in a dream. She was just a stranger on the street. We averted eyes. Time will vindicate us all some day. Some, anyway. Why is my face so wide? Cheek to cheek is almost chin to eye. I'm i...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 17:52:00 GMT |
do you still hate me? |
Been hearing about you.All about your disapproval.Still I remember the way I used to move you.I wrote you a letter.I heard it just upset you.Why don't you tell me?How can I do this better?Are you out ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 17:50:00 GMT |
seafoam green |
A '63, 10,000 miles. What was I thinking? I drove myself insane. No small getaway. Asleep with both hands on the wheel. White knuckle weekend. Chewing ephedrine. Going to an unnamed end. Unending... W...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 17:47:00 GMT |
sluttering (may 4) |
Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.It's time to leave this place.I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.I'd saw through your trap...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 17:32:00 GMT |
great time on drugs |
Some of y'all may remember me, I was a drinker. I was a weekend drinker, you know, I'd start on Saturday, and end on Friday, and I thought I was controlling it there. I don't drink anymore, I don't do...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 09:02:00 GMT |
ocean size |
wish I was ocean sizethey cannot move youno one tries no one pulls youout from your holelike a tooth aching a jawbone...i was made with a heart of stoneto be brokenwith one hard blowi've seen the ocea...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 14:31:00 GMT |
non-fiction |
I've got the snow on my side - I've got no doubts about thatAnd though this city grows wider, I always know where I'm atI got your letter this morningI know you mean what you sayAnd though the station...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 14:19:00 GMT |
soft atlas |
A vision:Your ghost blowing up globestightening them off with an X-axis esque c-clampthen setting them down through the cloudsonto empty department store shelves.where they sit faving all sorts of isl...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 13:20:00 GMT |
