LEFT FIVE LONG BONES - Sound of a Simpler Negative Answer |
17/11All that can be annihilated must be annihilated.The negation must be destroyed to redeem the contraries. This natural religion, this impossible absurdity? O where shall I hide my face?A female ro...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 03:28:00 PST |
Tonights lissome lust of the light |
Thrill with lissome lust of the light; oh man! We rave and we rape and we rip and we rend; mannikin, maiden, maenad, man. We cut off his limbs and scooped out the marrow of the tortoise with a scoo...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 12:03:00 PST |
The Problem With Bodies is the Reason for Antibodies |
BILL. I love a child.MARCELA. Children are fortunately captivating.BILL. Yes, yet my love is excellent.MARCELLA. My love is spooky yet we must have a child; a spooky child.BILL. Do you follow me?MARCE...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 12:36:00 PST |
moon trick |
One time I wanted two moons in the sky.But I needed someone to look up and seethose two moons because I wanted to hear himtry and convince the others in the village of what he saw.I knew it would be f...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 12:04:00 PST |
on his feet |
As for his feet, sometimes he wore on each a sock, or on the one a sock and on the other a stocking, or a boot, or a shoe, or a slipper, or a sock and a boot, or a sock and a shoe, or a sock and a sli...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 11:26:00 PST |
to psyche |
They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; their arms embraced, and their pinions too; their lips touched not, but had not bid adieu- as if disjoined by soft-handed slumber. And ready still past k...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 11:59:00 PST |
Queen Bees and Death Moths |
Queen bees, butterflies, black moths, and the odd daddy longlegs choose the landing in the close outside my door as the ideal place to come and die. I went to number 21 to deliver a...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 12:08:00 PST |
robbery |
The old lady downstairs got robbed last night. I think the police think it was me.
Posted by Nobodaddy on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 08:10:00 PST |
stranded at sea |
this putrid city is not a joyful place in which to be stuck.damp people waiting wearing the weight of their own deaths as a raincoat in the drizzle.All canny and chipper, the communal sadness is somet...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 01:26:00 PST |
drunk by noon |
There once was a poodle who thought he was a cowboy, but he lived in a cage the size of his thumb. And, though his white horse was a box of toothpicks, he galloped around until hit by a car. Sometimes...
Posted by Nobodaddy on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 01:38:00 PST |
