Me, selling a four bedroom house. |
This guy has my name
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 10:56:00 GMT |
Elect Angel |
Once a week, in a church beside the creek, you can hear the old man preach and yell.You can watch his pretty daughter bow her pink lace bows in honesty.Once a week, the lovelorn drunkard sways and fal...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 19:07:00 GMT |
Those who help us garden. |
The tracks, where trains cross and screech to your ears, are held in eyeA heartburn and dreams of high golden docks with hands full of skyWhere young winds, made pure through rambles in birch, make ho...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 18:53:00 GMT |
Schizophrenia sounds like a wine |
well, well whalesails shells snails-the snails are leaving their housesironing their pants and buttoning their blousestying their shoes and counting their changechecking the locks and observing the kn...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 11:14:00 GMT |
Lord have mercy |
What beauty there is often found in the lost and lying on the ground- some second's broken bottle seal, a meter dressed and left alone. But, when we cross these soil-struck things, these wrappings of...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 20:52:00 GMT |
Wind-tuned Carillon |
Bronze bells strung branch to branch across white twine, foil fringes bright in the sun, warm soil graced by barefeet below. Each lone chime spelt in wild wind marks its place amoung the rest. The si...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 20:48:00 GMT |
When we become ghosts |
caught in a worried breeze ignited in fronts of warmth and frigidity, chastity and shame, recollecting Summers feather edge who curls on the skin of Autumn and becomes d...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 13:51:00 GMT |
