Cachita Sonnet No. 5 (AKA Yo Canto a Mi Mujer Soneto) |
Her womaneyes hopscotch while winking me famous.
She is the heartpunch pull that relates us.
Ella anima todos mis sueños
donde yo canto sobre sus senos.
Bella es mi Ninfa, si los lazo...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:31:00 GMT |
Talkin' Hyperlinking Blues |
I go time-shifting through digital newswhile EV-D0 3G networking.Through these AlJazeera FoxNewsing viewsI do daily aggregate webworking.At labour I information outsource myself-org...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 14:14:00 GMT |
Cachita Limerick No. 1 |
She mortgages like wealth effect
and welfares like the fed collect.
She financially pretty.
I will invest in her city
because she business cycles my index erect.
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 13:27:00 GMT |
Prayer Poem |
Make me a polyscholar, my mind a congress of ideas:
A festive ball of text in which I am
notioned always and polyglotted to boot.
Would it be too much to ask that I not
pusillanimous this noble goal...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 05:29:00 GMT |
The Autobiography |
I sit alone and my mind becomes:
&nbs...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 04:08:00 GMT |
Recipe for an American Poem |
4 ghetto porch lights
1-tablespoon electricity
¼ cup internet
2 foreign nationals with body odor
3 cups running water
1-pound Los Angeles smog
1 film reel, grated
18 color television sets
¼ cup jazz m...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 05:48:00 GMT |
Cachita Sonnet No. 4 |
She is fiber optics splitting atoms
so Alamogordo boom is the word.
Her scent six-flavors all my sense datum
like up down charm strange top bottom preferred.
She wears her thin pear skin geometry
and ...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 04:59:00 GMT |
Liberty Sonnet |
It is time to allophiliac it:
Assimilate their every tax bracket.
Austrian capitalize they markets.
This globalized thing? You cannot stop it.
Some say out loud for sure they don't want it.
But ...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 05:30:00 GMT |
Love Immigrant |
.................&.................roundaboutawildwayabit,
I found a grinning toy-dumb place.
She was slyshy of snugsungsugar:
During dinner she summered winter.
I fumbled with the doorknob after I ki...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 07:39:00 GMT |
The Last Will and Testament of Franz Xaver Süssmayr |
"Under these novembering trees I am dreamed and lazy.
I bide while my eyes go never minding;
Let them stray and stride as they should...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 04:47:00 GMT |
