muddy golden snowboots |
of the ricketing herd and shepardless i go into the zeroes of electionstethered wan upholstered in the slightest of teas someone frees up his cointrick hand and leaves someone else dawdles someone els...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Dec 2008 23:00:00 GMT |
a mirror, symptomatic of its regime |
i have caused a self-consciousness in youwhom i adore with all the ardor of war pridewhom i would fight for and die forand without transparency defend to the teethdo not devolve like the light that go...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
lament.one |
a warmth that is not warmwhen it washes over mesee the exposed circuitryof a sputtering fuselagea flange in reverbdown a thousand mile culvertwhich does not end at the seanor does it end in the barr...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 13:20:00 GMT |
Roma Vest |
I said
don't eat the green sheep meat.
My friend said why.
I said
because I know all about it.
I play the flugelhorn
and wear tough wool vestments
embroidered with Marist roses
&nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
punctum factotum |
i have to be at work at four o'clock.
i have no idea what time it is right now.
i hope it's not five o'clock.
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 23:05:00 GMT |
Maroc |
(this is about three fourths finished. or maybe it's just finished. anyway after the narrative here, we went onward to fes. i just ran out of steam writing and put the piece to bed. perhaps i'll go ba...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 06:28:00 GMT |
pluto |
oh sad //
pluto is lonely now / sulking in its oblong orbit / exiled from books / stripped of its galactic badge / and when children / five generations hence look up / up into the fatho...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 09:45:00 GMT |
cirrus and the cicada |
i was walking up my sloping, bucolic street this afternoon, toting a backpackful of two 40 oz. beers and a litre of orange juice, when i noticed the debris of a great summer phenomenon, one that occur...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 06:36:00 GMT |
Tumbleweed |
Hundreds of thousands of hayseeds
are spilling onto the hallowed ground
from my breakneck mouth
which quite dryly dangles
in the heights
above your crooked couch.
I once read about
I...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 11:17:00 GMT |
An Appropriation of Power |
Mel drives the big white mail van, USPS, and sometimes people are happy to see himgreet him graciously, and sometimes people are quite upset by seeing himgreet him warily or woefully, crippled, disc...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 11:05:00 GMT |
