wire spies |
we learn to separatecompartmentalizewe refrain from biting holes in our cheekswe find alternate means of tasting ironwe are fully aware that hair and fingernails continue to growcomfort is not an idea...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:45:00 GMT |
permanent link |
This is the permanent link to my page on Seattleiam.com;
http://www.seattleiam.com/user/gregmcleod
enjoy.
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 21:55:00 GMT |
Sylvian fissure. |
something temporaldesecrated by a contradictionwith opposable thumbsconstructed in the image of confusionthis is the strugglethese are the trialsunknowingly invitedand perpetually returningstrength li...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 11:20:00 GMT |
putresce |
rotting decayingbleedingmy teeth fall from my headeach one impregnatedwith tiny messages;"this is temporary""do it now""don't wait"i put them in a vaseand plant weeds in themthen walk to the storefor ...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 11:16:00 GMT |
occupant |
shoved in a wallet
dressed in bunny ears
unconscious in the HOV lane
dreaming of alluminum
stealing the stolen
i want to paint a picture for you
but i've forgotten where i put my paint
dog-eared
but l...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 11:12:00 GMT |
internal combustion |
intentional systematic decaythe machine goes on outside whirlingflailing producing exhausta mechanical laughterunder florescentssomehow darker than darknesswithdrawn among bovine odorsfrozen by freedo...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 20:12:00 GMT |
itinerant |
sit in the parkeat your leftoversmove from sightforget my nametry to stay warmjust a nudge just a bumpnever safetry to stay drydrinking bug repellantfound in a garbage canit is the little things in li...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:21:00 GMT |
this could be destruciton |
stone god perfectionwhen the embryos have gone to bedstopped consuming and flailing awaythere is a cold soundblood and magnetstwirling and twirling in our heads in the wombnowe have gone to bedlaughin...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 20:46:00 GMT |
happiness breeds lethargy |
the robots got to her todayshe speaks in numbersshe moves automaticallyi can see the wires hanging from under her shirtbut this is temorarythe cogs will turn organic againi am not angryno one is above...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 15:14:00 GMT |
raster scan |
"i've had enough!"the old man screams at the screenthe baby Jesus lives next doorhe does not believe in global warmingor fingernail clippersi don't blame himshort nails can be just as dangerous as lon...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 15:07:00 GMT |
