Pit Hospitality By Jen and Dana |
1. If someone falls, pick him up.2. Do not get into a pit to get a 'better view' of the band and get huffy when you get pushed and bumped and stepped on. 3. Do not take a drink into the pit unless you... Posted by Skankin Moon on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 12:03:00 PST |
Chris Parnell |
why can't SNL be this dope all the time
http://youtube.com/watch?v=qHq-ptEiuDw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpluRj2OG9Y&NR... Posted by Skankin Moon on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 12:36:00 PST |
Christmas Music |
seriously
it fucking sucks.
Posted by Skankin Moon on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 02:23:00 PST |
Before the mast |
The ship weighs, sailors ready
before the black ocean
a trim, a burst
of orange upon the plane.
The bow's rise and fall
knots distill -
unravel, unravel
birth the mast
each unravel- ... Posted by Skankin Moon on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 11:03:00 PST |
Sycamore 1400 East |
Sycamore 1400 East
-open for us- unlike every night after that
four of us, beyond the gates of Anaheim Cemetery
we came to the mist
Pepsi and cheap vodka between you and I, front seat I dro... Posted by Skankin Moon on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 11:02:00 PST |
Poem Published in Black Book Press |
rejection letters no more.....Here's my first official published poem, it appears in issue 13 of Black Book Press.
Tonight's Pit
Dented steel toes stomp, then rise up,
lif... Posted by Skankin Moon on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 09:51:00 PST |
Thus Muse |
Thus muse
disengage senses and pardon
a cordialesque binfire, when away
nostrils prove night's stultified chill.
Thus frequented muse
eject the reservation of man,
beg forgiveness in exaltation
upon ... Posted by Skankin Moon on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 09:33:00 PST |
The List |
Burnt before girlhood could exhibit
the inclusive symptoms of woman.
Intelligence replenished
the absence of woman- none;
twice sistertwined above the lurch.
This list,
if to sift its diffuse... Posted by Skankin Moon on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 09:24:00 PST |
Among Women |
Among Women
Silty back window
of a rusted 82 Toyota
Guadalupe, stay here.
Your bunions and corns
hardly suppress the serpents throat.
He avariciously exhausts himself
in the toils of... Posted by Skankin Moon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |