crackpot sunflower... poetry blog .13 |
Incident on a Queens Bound N
Henrik Miller thumbs the pages of a ratty catalogue, searching perplexed. His desire, the location of an item seen on TV guaranteed to make his can-opening ea...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 13:09:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower...poetry blog .12 |
3/6/05, J-Train
I saw the subway doors close three times on your body before you budged,
Playing bones like a water-logged accordion,
Breaking vessels in jaundiced alcoholic skin,
Your eyes bu...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 12:00:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower...poetry blog .11 |
Underexposed skin of Jesus,
Burnt and unprepared for direct sunlight,
The blind clinic overrun, the nearsighted outnumbered,
The infested blacktop of Gramercy,
Leper colonies on both sides of 6...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 11:39:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower...poetry blog .10 |
TB and Vitamin Water, Lower Manhattan, 2005
You sniffle and sneeze and cough your bitter blood onto subway poles and urinals,
Saliva traces across all five boroughs and still no sign of inflamm...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 11:37:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower...poetry blog .9 |
Realizing I am an animal in an uncontrolled environment
The spoon forced your lips open again,
Like the tongs that pulled you from the womb,
The same forceps that damaged your cheek,
The sullen...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 11:22:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower...poetry blog .8 |
The Crackpot in Atlantis
Caught in fault lines
Atlantis sought itself,
A pocket of undigested flesh,
Waiting to be thrown up
Called under bile,
The slipstreams flood,
Forested salt-water...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 11:15:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower... poetry blog ..7 |
NBC: Thursday Night / The Crackpot Rests on the Seventh Stretch
Piss during commercial breaks.
Eat before prime time.
Snooze,
Snooze,
Wake!
Or maybe I can forget today happened,
Sn...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 14:18:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower... poetry blog ..6 |
Masturbating in the back pieu, Sunday Mass
Where are you going with my faith on?
Face me now! Im talking to you whitey!
Cracker of deference,
Bathed, groomed, American faggot,
Ashamed an...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 13:47:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower... poetry blog ..5 |
The Crackpot Sunflower
I thought everything would change
And it didnt.
I thought the projections brighter
Now cloudy
I saw possibilities, dark forests,
Highways through Appalachia
&nbs...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 13:46:00 GMT |
crackpot sunflower... poetry blog ..4 |
centripetal incandescence
How can you expect me to be your axis
Accessible on tap
I fill my stomach when my family goes to work
in glutinous movements; paranoia and avarice
I bro...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 00:26:00 GMT |
