lazyboy warriors |
Every time someone tells meThey support the warI wonder why they're not in uniform.I guess it's just easier,Sending someone elseTo die.Anyway, it's all you can eat at the Golden Corral.The guy who car...
Posted by LJ on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 02:40:00 PST |
skulls |
skulls are everywhereyou don't have to read Juxtapozto know thisor go to the mall in LAskullspaintings of skullsskulls painted on facesfaces stretched over skullspaintings of skullspainted on facesstr...
Posted by LJ on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 06:28:00 PST |
a zen activity |
Taking a shitIs a Zen activityI learned this in '95On a mushroom tripAnd wrote it downSo I wouldn't forgetSame trip, but earlierI think, a Christian girlWanting to talkAbout GodHer: The trees are poi...
Posted by LJ on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 02:03:00 PST |
bird song |
it's strange, nowwritingAt Midnightin the Kitchenas I did, years agofolding back the pagesrevealing the emptinessof possibilitynothingthe cat meows his account,plates and cups all still.I thought all ...
Posted by LJ on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 12:27:00 PST |
dead rat |
Fulton Street has a secreta dead ratat the bus stopsquooshed.it reminded meof something I sawon TVabout eating rats...or the internetthey dip them, alivein buckets of scalding waterin alleysthey cut t...
Posted by LJ on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 10:39:00 PST |
Shuntaro Tanikawa |
GrassSo, coming one dayfrom somewhere,suddenly I was standing on grass;and because my cellular memory signalled unfinished businessI have a human shape,and have even talked about happiness.-Shuntaro T...
Posted by LJ on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 07:49:00 PST |
Some ol poem I wrote |
Un Faux Pas (1997)my shower drains slow, anyway,the puddle would have surelyoffended your feet,your pretty feet.the snaking story sheds its skin.then dies.but first it fucks.so there, you seeis the tr...
Posted by LJ on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 08:04:00 PST |
