2-19-08 |
No no, keep me informed, not alarmed. Safe and sound means cover my ears tight. Chicken in a coop.The plane soared, and the crowd roared;The ocean roared and the birds soared and no one sa...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 11:37:00 PST |
Nothing In Doubt |
; East versus West; North vs. South; Brain vs. Mouth. Competition for a game or a gain or whatever insane pain in the name of gain. Runaway train--Oh! That rhymes--soun...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 11:26:00 PST |
2-7-08 |
Some headache's worth of a shell splits away and this oozy seedy sticky inside fast goozes out, collapsible as it surprises even myself. I am suddenly softer than I like to make believe.&nb...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 08:03:00 PST |
1-3-08 |
...I lend my clarity--not a charity, but some speech-leak I can't keep.Neither does the talk come cheap...The war over my self between love and hate consumes my body as a battlefield,is a wildfire and...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 07:12:00 PST |
11/24/07 |
There was this story about a girl--you know the kind--all pencil shavings and "toe-shoed twirls." Beautiful things that reek of life and shame. See there were and are all ways countless am...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 10:14:00 PST |
11/24/07 |
This was a song I was writing for my mother but abandoned the idea before I began. It's a game we were playing before the teams were chosen and before we knew how to keep a score. The chil...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 09:26:00 PST |
OK, really?? |
Does the ad on my myspace home page today honestly say:When will you die?Click here to find out
Posted by KIRSCHE on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 11:00:00 PST |
conscious stream 10/22 |
we finally found the cause, it made us scream and bleed and clench. it was horrifying in sight and stench. the gore rotted off it, flowing in globs, the monstrous void where flesh-thing wa...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:39:00 PST |
conscious stream 10/22 |
nuisance news of nonsense truths construct to confuse, verbal abuse. mismatched twos. pairs of kings war over things. who crowned the goat in the smoking overcoat of the lusty old co...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:32:00 PST |
conscious stream |
climb across a hungry loss or pent-up shame reversed in name. a fable still and death-blue shrill ballerinas twirl face out, girl. two other same until we came so sticky sweet so cried the...
Posted by KIRSCHE on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:27:00 PST |
