Sticks |
The forest is full of stickswhen I see a manand he approachesI either write his name in the hearthor smile
Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 13:51:00 GMT |
Skimmertiberro |
Spore likeness to her 'chantressthe teardrop stopped against duressthe little light to shine or showthere shimmer moon or aft there glowin night: the Skimmertiberro!Her silken gown fashioned from knot...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 20:47:00 GMT |
Mountain Poems |
Christmas MountainChristmas born of snow and bellsthe flowers drowned, by winter's wellsof autmumn's dryness spirit scaredand driven off to race its sailserase the markers worn and wearytake twelve pa...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 20:37:00 GMT |
Poem |
wear the womena horsea mana housefor your supperhonest a mousea handin your housea horseor a houseor a handin the otheryour daughtercome hitheralong did she slitherright up to the hoofof the horseand ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 20:50:00 GMT |
Poem |
I met some guys last night with their fingers in their eyeswho said they didn't care about livingone said, you can tell that you're dead when you're living for breadI said no, but I think I know the f...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 13:15:00 GMT |
Four Albums |
Here are the track listings for my vaguely catalogued albums in
chronological order, all released on the elusive Green Music Label. Many
of these are surpriseless for those who would consider ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 23:50:00 GMT |
Time/Mind Travel |
So I'm sure someone's going to tell me that they've already thought of this before, but nobody tells me nothing so here's my theory on a means of time travel. Mind travel is a more appropriate t...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 10:40:00 GMT |
Poem |
The saucer pushedthe burning lambsthe lonely dogthe empty landold trees of dustand hollow holesfilled up with sand nowfrom thirsty crowsthe skies are drowningthe damage comeuntied like snowflakesunder...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 09:21:00 GMT |
Beetle (2005) |
A beetle crawlt behind my work just before lunch today. It is just after lunch now, and nothng much else's 'ppent, so I'll tell you about the beetle.
Earlier in the morning, aroundt 'en, or so, ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 14:52:00 GMT |
threedayweekend |
Monday more-morein the floorboardsLondon airfairDown the stairs there
Ambulance-lanceline of trafficSanitation~Sanitation~
Blondey pigeonspigeon walkinglittle stitchespigeon stalkingcaught a pigeonin ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 14:48:00 GMT |
