Heavy Into Sunday with Max and Buster |
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Posted by Slim Whitfield on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 10:46:00 PST |
O, TV! |
I'm seeing here on NBC, who's about to remove its digital feed from TWC a mere five weeks before the quadrennial presidential electoralevent, ie. locally and individually retrieve its NBC affiliates f...
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 06:27:00 PST |
Screw Job |
From ourselves let us take this momentary hiatusto reconcile hesitation and reticence into insatiable,rambunctious and arbitrary focal energy. Forwardgo we paralyzed with fear yet galvanized in destin...
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 09:10:00 PST |
Some Birds |
It is in the warm morning of summerthough, truly, the conditioned airinside my kitchen chills me I window see heat readily bakingdefunct grass, dried plants, tired airdirt dusting to decomposing death...
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 02:28:00 PST |
To the Best of What Love Is (Ode to David) |
I love you in this world at this time.I do not truly know if you are a dream woven by my own imagination or a room fullof an infinite number of infinitely typingmonkeys casting Shakespeare to the wind...
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:00:00 PST |
juxtapose |
why does the mexicanfood fall on mein splotchy tales of hurried consumptiondoes this tie look okwith a mayonnaise stainafrica always always hungryin my hungry cats talk anddogs eying my chickens break...
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Wed, 28 May 2008 08:23:00 PST |
Taoism, Briefly |
It may all be aboutthe middle way. Like syphoning onlyenough gas with a vacuum not to be critically injuredby the fireyou started.
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Fri, 23 May 2008 04:16:00 PST |
Who's Driving? (A Dark Ode to Worry) |
Is it real or that we dream the wheels are flinging only gravelly churn,or is the wasted wake spew farther flung than here was ever learned?In this pointless pitiless progress full of raging roads and...
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Sat, 17 May 2008 01:40:00 PST |
Transient |
Rather reverberating sadness rolls across an airy gladnesswhen beauty presents itselfin guise of roseor in dancing away ballet.Memory onlyleaves in trickling tracesthe sense that faces wereor sunrisew...
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Mon, 12 May 2008 05:21:00 PST |
Old Folks Home |
I feel like one wall of the grand canyonwith my other side torn from me overmillennia in a violently slow degradation.What happened lacked the virulent pizazzof an ice flood eons on a windy sand wing....
Posted by Slim Whitfield on Sat, 10 May 2008 06:01:00 PST |
