4:8:09 |
4:8:09- There is or is not a way things are. A sordid, expressionistic, mind boggling reverberation to that which we do. Something just ordinary enough to be understood, and just obscure enough to be ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 01:38:00 GMT |
12:16:08 (Children & Angels) |
12:16:08- The Little Engine That Could. How it was today. How the whole of it felt, and yesterday; it was Sunday. The Wait. How it moves me in colors and tones, a collage of me all apart and spread be...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 07:45:00 GMT |
11:29:08 ( A Child’s Playground) |
11:29:08-What did the marigold's mean to you?The ladies had such mirth, rounding the Hawthorne trunks,Cradling their ironic baskets, their delectableavant garde,the sullen, tear-colored petals. Scream...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 04:48:00 GMT |
11:20:08 (A Thursday) |
11:20:08- I was eclipsed by your porcelain cheeks, how my words fermented under the light of your radiance, and such as keys and locks and poisons do; we were subject to time and it has not given of i...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 17:01:00 GMT |
Breathing(Made Easy) |
Allow me to be your bottom drawer.And it was the music through your hair that I took for grantedbut it spread to my chest when it came andI exploded in your hands, the waythe hour saved itself for us....
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 05:23:00 GMT |
10:12:08 |
10:12:08-How I very much enjoy eating foliage, vacuoles of gardens breaking apart on the taste buds, foreign cabbages and indigo beets collapsing neatly on the palate. I'm painting with the wolves on ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 05:11:00 GMT |
9:28:08 |
9:28:08- The New America. The shapes are so concrete the circles make me smile, all kinds of underwear in the buildings, glass ceilings and underwater hotels, but I'm just visiting. The sand castles h...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
9:29:08 |
9:29:08-12:03p.m. I moved like a compassthrough the degenerative darknesswhile my singles changed into mercy rampsleading up to a place where flags liveIf I could capture what it meantto be a kid, doe...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
10:3:08 |
10:3:08-2:56am.Because it can't be ascertained or acceptedlike a treaty that hasn't been signed orblankets still folded, the way a nest is one-foldbefore the twigs build up causewaysIt is so wing'd bu...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 07:56:00 GMT |
9 20 08 |
9:20:08- 1:19 p.m. I've been made sick. The slow icicle crumble under the invisible cloak of cockle shell sleep. Inebriate endings to the surreptitious hammer & sickle of the Ukrainian edge. My ho...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
