Poems |
Un- Comfortable Pick your head up off the groundlike you wanna break stuff and glue it back,like there aint no secrets in your fancy fucking hatamish on a lake,stupid at a lake house,waiting for you...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Dec 2009 18:53:00 GMT |
New Poem |
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Comfortable
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Cheers, fizz, gnarls, is
A little bit of sex on a
Sunday/Monday
Laughing. Wrinkle raw
rough rush and hush
Countertops barefoot on
slickw...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Sep 2009 13:55:00 GMT |
I read poetry at Spoken Word night |
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Posted by on Tue, 25 Aug 2009 19:18:00 GMT |
Insect Sex |
I heart Isabella Rossellini!!
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 14:28:00 GMT |
Old Re-Write of an Old Poem |
I know why the Mantis Preys
Cry Cry because,
he Doesnt call.
or incessantly, Vibrating,
in a jean pocket, divergent.
its him, its
him. Oh God! its HIM.
cause its wh...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 20:39:00 GMT |
Some More Poems |
Order
Once up on a girl there lived a time
whose fabric was braided in knots
who wrote a whirl and spun a rhyme
with every chance (Id rather not).
ticking hands and churning blo...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 20:22:00 GMT |
Movie Quote Game |
1. Pick 20 of your favorite movies.2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.3. Post them here for everyone to guess.4. Fill in the film title once it’s guessed.5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb se...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 11:12:00 GMT |
3 New Poems: the Broken Column, Patrick Cant Sleep, Dont Say "Gay" |
the Broken Column*
across la stripéd Desert
gray and Purple splattered skies.
She.
Mexican her Androgyny,
a desert quenched by painted eyes.
Sexual her hair (begs for tangled fingers)
Naked,
t...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:11:00 GMT |
Translitic Poem |
In a translitic poem, you translate a poem based solely on the sound. I don't speak French. I have no idea what this really says.
Original Poem:..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microso...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 11:59:00 GMT |
Song of MYself |
Song of MyselfAs you pass me in the airport, we exchange faces.I wonder if you're late too, to different places.On the plane, I look out the window.Countryside laid like cartoons.I wonder who I'm look...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:41:00 GMT |
