California Poppies |
It was earlier this morning. I cracked my paper neatly on my knee. Sitting before my breakfast I eased into the news of the morning. The headlines were unexciting. It was often difficult to separate i...
Posted by David Campbell on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 05:18:00 PST |
Lolita |
I know my hands are shaking, but please don't wake me.I'm measuring a distance between the moon and shore escaping.A field of beasts was crawling. Now they're recoiling and they're howling.A purple mo...
Posted by David Campbell on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 02:24:00 PST |
Old |
Light is pure until dark makes it dirty,A train conductor told me.And my friend the drunken carpenter,Hammered nails in the wood he sold me.I am a construction man. I can feel it in my skin.It stings ...
Posted by David Campbell on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 08:54:00 PST |
American Whiskey |
All around, olive leaves were beginning to twinkle as the sun slithered above the red tile roof. Its panels were made by immigrants, or maybe men from the country. They took the soft clay and bent it ...
Posted by David Campbell on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 08:52:00 PST |
low |
feeling pretty down. word on the street is if, and it's a big IF, my dad ever gets that goddamn kidney, there's fifty percent chance of stroke and/or heart attack. my mom said to the doctor that we&nb...
Posted by David Campbell on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 07:38:00 PST |
Some Day |
Gotta get right by Jesus. Gotta get right by God.I've got a debt and they collect and collect, and they never gonna stop.I've sinned my whole life against Jesus. I've been cold and I've been hard.But ...
Posted by David Campbell on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 06:03:00 PST |
Protest Song |
I'll sling paint at foxy chickens,Clicking down the sidewalk slab.I got this bad old headache,But please don't you keep me no tabs.Your heels need a trimming when they're sinking so deep,You're really...
Posted by David Campbell on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 01:15:00 PST |
Hard Pressed |
I've been hard pressed to feel any sort of contact with anyone else. Normally, this would be all right, but it's gotten to the point where I feel largely incomprehensible, and the possibility for any ...
Posted by David Campbell on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 12:08:00 PST |
Looking at the Morning after Two Sleepless Nights |
And the Thing came in here again. Chafing the razor down the left, then right Of his face he heard girls next door Clanking cuttlery in a clean sink, Speaking over the garbage disposal, Turning on thi...
Posted by David Campbell on Tue, 08 May 2007 07:31:00 PST |
The Gap. |
(.) (.) (.)Then out, through the door that watched me sleep last night,Like always, with a palm pressing through my chest.Already I feel the pull of its hooks throughThe Holes, from bed.And then stick...
Posted by David Campbell on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 08:06:00 PST |
