Amalgam: The Blend and the Origin |
Love is a womanashamed of buying jeansat the Dollar General,who hears someone behind her say,"Those would look really cute on you."Love is holding the handsof everyone at once.Can you feel it?If you p...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 15:27:00 GMT |
Amalgam: The Mix and the Maker |
I’ve set my tongue on fireto instantly cauterizethe wound I’ll make in myself..."Amalgam: The Mix and the Maker"There a single white budon the bradford pear treein my front yard,shak...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 18:42:00 GMT |
A poem on the first time policy changed inside me. |
When I go running to stay in shape I usually bring my iPod, but it was dead, so I left it at home. The second I stepped outside, Spring ripped my eyelashes out and said "Look at what you've fucking mi...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 23:02:00 GMT |
Yes! A City Day! |
I can't wait untilmy last tether to realitysnaps and I'm hurledinto a worldwhere subways become snakesrushing into over-sized poreson the city's giant face.Smoke like dancers poursfrom the grates and ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 22:20:00 GMT |
allegories and such |
No matter how hardI swing for the falling leaves,I can't spin my limbs aroundfast enough to fly.So, I stand on some waitress'sphone number on a napkinand jump off,trying to catch a breeze.I stay groun...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 21:49:00 GMT |
oh 2 oh 5 oh 8 |
I can't sleep.I'm cracking my skull openon cornered concrete.I spent my last paycheckon a taxi cab ridein an endless circle.I was chasing myself.I ran out of money after 4 hoursand had to walk the res...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:45:00 GMT |
The Last Little Boy + Kuh |
I wrote both of these tonight:The Last Little BoyI had a dream the world endedand my bed-mate killed the last child.She threw him into a fountainbecause she was sick of him crying.Light burst out of h...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 21:25:00 GMT |
A Series of 3s |
If you've ever seen death,and many people have,you know that deathis laying on his backat the base of a stoolas a waitress with three beersin two hands steps over him.You're not an alcoholicuntil you ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:54:00 GMT |
Sure, Why Not? Ill post it |
a/n: I don't have a title yet... I don't need one, it doesn't matter. I always write about not being able to write... The concept doesn't make sense to me either.Every single ideareluctant...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 21:39:00 GMT |
Why did it chase me down? |
I like Bukowski and the Moldy Peachesbecause they don't baby their audience.I'm an adult. Tell me how the fuck was.I have a special routinewhen I'm feeling self-depreciative.I swallow all the gl...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 23:36:00 GMT |
