various poems |
Ode
You are a pile of water chestnut omelets
balancing precariously on a discarded fingernail.
Your muscles have no muscles
and your eyes are like beer.
Timbre
You sound a tiny note of ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 01:54:00 GMT |
The River |
One time I saw a big river with lots of cows and men pretending to be hair and it was the hair of a woman. It had many songs and strings, knots and cobwebs, political left and right, loose and tight, ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 00:51:00 GMT |
through the fog (story) |
I woke up unaware of anything but that familiar sensation which in more lucid moments I would have immediately tagged "fog" but right then I was only concerned with the fact of my existance in such a...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 00:47:00 GMT |
