*** |
My lady singing down the hall
in the room-like Indian valley
The children she's teaching,
to them, what we
do
is a mystery. To me -
a wonder
Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 06:43:00 GMT |
*** |
look at some of those dancing
couples offering their jinx and hoodoo
to each other in vain attempts to
cure each other when
all it
actually takes is a
poem.
frayers.
&n...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 14:38:00 GMT |
a dream |
i'm alone in the crater
then light-projectors play
Vayehi Or
i see now it's bigger than ever before
then i see them come over,
fill the crater with chairs
i watch them set up the sta...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 16:01:00 GMT |
Home is where the Art is |
let's
fish for ideas today, Yakirati, let's
handle those things as fish needing
catching gutting and cooking,
or just put them in our
Idea Aquarium let's
take out our
rhyme-gun and go
...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 23:31:00 GMT |
Confession |
the hours of silent jealousy
jumping in your skin
judging you, judging you
falling the hungriest fall within
hunting a song as soft as this breast
the hours of silent jealousy
give me no rest
&n...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 23:18:00 GMT |
Wash-pipe Break-down |
I
You take the 405 Egged bus,
iHope that none of them break down
The Holy City is united. Us?
we're living in Fitna Town.
II
The pipe is pouring down
filled with soapy hopes ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:16:00 GMT |
