liberating our cellular clog, a prologue |
open trombone! and quoted anatomy finds us at the boulder public library with 14 minutes left in this branch of colorado, a cradle of pink people in glossy clothes who run with&nbs...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:29:00 GMT |
the season for the raw shift |
i launch!
to learn, the mortal stride while modest flesh, as student, to be calloused by humor and creation,
to toil in sweat, belly the gist of exist, stretch woman
so now ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 20:21:00 GMT |
oh nappy |
i like the word, it's close to happy and reminds me of sleep
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 02:01:00 GMT |
Roman conquest and his concubine |
pattern of hipbones in white, erotic electronica handfuls of voyageristic afternoons, Saturday naptime songs, softly pale flesh lofty rolling, freckles sinking into bellybuttonsode to bed us...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 16:47:00 GMT |
synchronized French urbanism |
Last Fall The Science of Sleep ran for 2 weeks at the Harvard Exit Theatre in Capitol Hill. There was a skinny black bum bleeding knuckles from the cold underneath an office awning halfway up a stair...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 02:16:00 GMT |
underlined to the refrigerator |
i began a thin joint for it's agreeable merger, now my nails have grown too long, eyes are soft skipping hyperactive gold minds through pages wavering queer, cryptic doors at 10,000 miles per hour. in...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:40:00 GMT |
