apocalyptic hustle (dedicated to S.A. fer some strange reason that seems appropriate) |
the last burlesque dancer at armegeddonrolls her eyes and sighs-she is all slimwith small feetand straight black hair.explains (again)that she is trained in classical dance,nevermind the ten years of ...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 04:31:00 GMT |
how the night gets along with help from neruda |
the night shrugs her shouldersjust like a young girlslipping out of her shoesand yawning against the sky-it isn't easy on heryou knowbeing mistaken for darknesswhen she's reallyjust the absence of lig...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 21:32:00 GMT |
20 thoughts on the holy spectacle |
1.the act of being,despite.2.to leave exit woundswith the best of intentions.3.tender sentimentalitydelivered with a sledgehammer.4.a mantra:i am a shotgun.i am a shotgun.i am a shotgun.5.with wild ke...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 14:57:00 GMT |
why they can't all be love poems |
she said,"you seem to be writingwith a lot of anger lately"and"it's different,there is no woman in your work,it mustbe drivingyour penmad."i have sat for a weekcontemplating a love poem-the girl at wo...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 12:36:00 GMT |
poems for sparrows (chapbook, shameless self promotion) |
i have a chapbook.poems for sparrows.you can buy it here:http://www.offbeatpulp.com/Pages/Issue_2/Books.aspx or drop me a message and i'll let you know how to order one without using paypal.in each on...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 15:10:00 GMT |
dream (that woke me this morning) |
i had this dreamthat just woke me up.a virusself-evolved from nanotechnologyon a colonyset up by manin spacegoes about killingeverythingthat isn't a plant.that doesn't think.evolved to survive in the ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 08:02:00 GMT |
love story |
lunch break at 2 a.m.the new girlfollows me outsideto consume smoke."i hearthat you're a writer."she said,"what kind?""post-modernmyth enfusedconfessionalistbeat influencedromanticmind wipedpoet/write...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 06:41:00 GMT |
pieces of voidspace |
1st pieceadvertisements for flatscreen televisionsalways hung high on the wallfor the same reasoncharlie manson sat on a boulderwhen addressing the family.2nd piecethe teacherthat ties down the left h...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 06:27:00 GMT |
echoed mythology (requested repost) |
i am obsessed with the modern mythology of poets, the varied reflections of prophets, touched by madness and knocked up with the immaculate word, my days filled with the writers of brokeheart dharma,...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 05:59:00 GMT |
understanding need |
looki don't have it in me todayto be romanticor turn a phraseor channel something cleverorthere was this kid,maybe nineteenrunning the cash register tonight;he was cutting upa goddamn lineof flourwhen...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 04:29:00 GMT |
