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Good Advice
#444333
If you have a head ache in July
strap a plastic duck to your head
go to a fabric store
buy a white feather.
On the way home repeat this poem:
&n... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 03:23:00 PST |
Here in Guam its kind of grim The insects are all huge |
Here in Guam
its kind of grim
The insects are all huge
My dizzy spells
Dont seem so bad
Inside the centrifuge
The sound of water Splashing
Does beckon from the G... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Mon, 16 Jan 2006 07:34:00 PST |
ROWBOAT |
Theres two men
in the rowboat
young brothers
from old rome
Its still raining
In the row boat
Only one will
make it home
Theres whiskey
corn and onions
wild rice and tangerines
ea... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 02:40:00 PST |
Dark Arcade |
The vanguard hip hops splicing factories
Fractals fracture virtues victories
Unwinding through the stations
Of all the generations
They really should have stayed
Their dues had all been paid... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 02:18:00 PST |
Geometric stories from a rainy day. Story . 27 |
A wild looking woman
With wiry white hair
Bundled in a faded Paisley rag
Approached me On Ventura Boulevard
She spoke with A thick eastern European accent
She said d... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 11:36:00 PST |
DEAD RED ROBOT |
DEAD RED ROBOT
Spools unwind at various speeds
terminating his nasty deeds
evil robot's rust
is crimson now
buried by
redemptions plow
left to lie alone ... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 08:56:00 PST |
Yellow buckets line the roadways |
Yellow buckets line the roadways Rivulets of water cascading down the hill Men in yellow slickers On gravel topped roofs Bending over clearing leaves Telephone poles soaked dark brown Black streets s... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 08:30:00 PST |
She sits so fine in her shiny shoes nails as red as explosions |
Green olives stuffed with accolades
Red pimentos are mementos
From the old days
Words of praise diffuse the haze
Of percolate hyperbole
Haphazard wolves on the horizon
Howling at split infini... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 06:19:00 PST |
Hello, my name is Hydrogen |
Posted by Charles Fleischer on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 12:28:00 PST |
From my Dream Journal- 10/6/94 cabby and the coins |
10/6/94 In another segment I was in Washington, D.C. in a taxicab. The cab driver was unable to get me where I wanted to go. We stopped on Connecticut Avenue and I went into the Chev... Posted by Charles Fleischer on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 05:32:00 PST |