youre the key to my leg shackle...PART 2 |
"Can I try it on?" I ask. Part of me is genuinely interested in restricting my mobility by anchoring myself to the shop floor with a leg iron."It might make you like them if you see someone else weari...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 21:15:00 GMT |
youre the key to my leg shackle...PART 1 |
"I love cluttered hardware stores," Tracy says as we cross Green Street."You mean gun stores?" I ask, reading the somehow faded neon sign in the window. We walk in the open door and are almost poked i...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:11:00 GMT |
inhale...etc. |
Breathe in. No, not yet. First visualize a xerox laser's slow searching and quick slither back into the machine. Witness how it cases the glass, flaring its tongue at potential information before cons...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 21:28:00 GMT |
weather or not |
the approaching fronthas meteorologistsdoing some tai chiastray is the wayextinguish your smoking sticksand warm by a fire
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 15:51:00 GMT |
room for these |
forgetting my instinct to do nothing, i LISTENED to the constant nothing and tried to TRANSCRIBE it. how did it turn out?proletarian poetryflatbed truck full of roadsignsincessantly pulsating pentamet...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 21:05:00 GMT |
haiku |
i was digging through some of my old college folders at my parents house, and i found this page of typewritten haiku...man i must have been, well, writing haiku! so here they are:show me an outside ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 11:54:00 GMT |
ambitious fishing --MONGOLIA pt.3 |
Waking up in a ger is a bit disorienting. The felt walls abolish the elements, offering the dweller a placid, pitch-black sleep. However, the exhaust hole at the top serves as a beacon, through which ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 12:03:00 GMT |
chinggis khan intl airport--MONGOLIA pt.1 |
----DAY 1---Chinggis Khan International Airport----I went to the Seoul airport without a ticket, only the phone number of a person i didnt know. I phoned the number when I arrived, and somewhat not su...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 03:43:00 GMT |
the most nothingness--MONGOLIA pt.2 |
----DAY 2--We rose early and I had a not-so-continental hotel breakfast. A fried egg, three wedges of surprisingly fresh tomato, three thin slabs of bacon, three thins slabs of ox tongue and two slice...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 03:41:00 GMT |
nice to meet you--DPRK pt. 3 |
????? (pangap simnida--nice to meet you)--this song plays on repeat over the loudspeaker at the north korean immigration tent. it is very, very nice to meet you indeed. the north koreans want to make ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 01:54:00 GMT |
