Poem: November 4th, 2008 |
NOVEMBER 4TH, 2008I could say the cloud advancingover Georgetown hospitalis a darker one,but they all are this afternoonas I amble home.To my neighbors that hate me,today I will not be camouflagedby...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 22:51:00 GMT |
My father, 57, in Love |
CALDERAS I watch my father's hearta lava rock made moist by firelaunched across evening sky.His gray surface slopesto the earth somewhere,his insides self-smeltedand churnin...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Oct 2008 13:55:00 GMT |
INFOMERCIAL SOLILOQUY AGAINST APOCALYPSE |
INFOMERCIAL SOLILOQUY AGAINST APOCALYPSEThe slice makes me ponderthe red onion's necessity,the ifs of its being. Hard to imaginesome apostle praying for the creationof red onion, and it isn't like god...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 18:47:00 GMT |
Tradition(al haiku) |
TRADITION(AL HAIKU)Look in my I-podBetween Miles Davis and MosThere is little space
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 22:33:00 GMT |
Named Storms (thoughts in the aftermath of Ike) |
NAMED STORMS ~in anticipation of Hurricane Kyle Before October ends, before November thickens around our shoulders, my name will be given to a depression locked in a spinning lurch across the...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 16:25:00 GMT |
The Defense of Wednesdays Act |
THE DEFENSE OF WEDNESDAYS ACT You decide leashes are acceptable for stopping dogs, but not for dragging them down sidewalks and you're just one more yoked terrier away from saying something ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:00:00 GMT |
MTV VMA WTF |
cubicle girl: somehow lil wayne can sag tight pantsbut couldn't afford a shirt me: phantoms and bentleys are expensive cubicle girl: LMAO so is cocainedude should unde...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 01:54:00 GMT |
Birds and thangs |
LATE SUMMER A thrush sings with a body all vocal chords, filling the air to defy her smallness and coaxing the sun through one last hour of work. These September dusks ruffle our feathers o...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 15:03:00 GMT |
JUICY (RECOIL) |
JUICY (RECOIL) Time to get paidBlow up like the World Trade~Notorious B.I.G It was all a dream beforethe jet-fueled cinderswhen we assumed thos...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:32:00 GMT |
@*%&! |
* * *I was a distance runner, so we never dropped the stick on a relay. But, I know this has to hurt-hurt. [Sigh] Sometimes, America is just too fast for its own good . . .
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 01:53:00 GMT |
