Current Bullshit |
Corrected Real Richard Jenkins - real boring shit, I mean. Like racist novelists, those who can't shut up, or my bar-mirror twin figuring around an empty can my cup overflowing when fo...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 18:45:00 GMT |
Heart Cuffs |
Heart CuffsRichard Jenkins Please try our new heart cuffsa wonder of modern fearno soul can bear lone deathso bind yourself to any heartfor one simple lump sum. Wra...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 20:58:00 GMT |
Transferrance |
Transferrance Richard Jenkins Its not my fault, its yours That things like burns occur. This is the simplest way that I can Tell you that its all on your head Ba...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 21:22:00 GMT |
Merry-Go-Round |
When the Merry-Go-Round Broke Down
Richard Jenkins
Merry-go-rounding for seventeen years
a boy thought himself close to puking.
Organ tunes turned to dirges,
his constitution began to falter.
...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 18:02:00 GMT |
To You - After Dickenson |
To YouRichard JenkinsEntice, allure, allow me thisa place for You and I aloneredolence, that sweetest blisslet deep romance reveal our tone.But forebear that which makes us weepand beg those hours whe...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 13:36:00 GMT |
Wolf-Hunt-Doe |
Wolf-Hunt-DoeRichard Jenkins Those mindless caste perversionsstill giving in to figuring your signlong lines of pain too hurtful stillbeg giving up to giving in tonight. Glistening white-sha...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 11:51:00 GMT |
work in progress |
His wife forgot to close the back doorso he ran away.It is very, very easy to run away in the suburbs,nobody asks where you are going.He ran up one street, then down another - paused to lift a leg or...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 13:43:00 GMT |
Process Poem (10/18/2006) |
HooksPad of my middle fingerRolls tracks down a strapChin flush at collarbonePalm over a hipChest flat to yoursFor momentsSmooth track goes fingerTo middle backAnd hooks, rows of ringsMeet the center...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 11:04:00 GMT |
something new |
Contemplate your span of hate And ask me what you thought about it Heaven stood and hurt on glass and Forensics told you what to bask in: light Like someone told you so, it broke your mold Withho...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 03:14:00 GMT |
something old |
Parsley-Sage-Rosemary and Shut the Fuck UpRichard JenkinsSome pills are rattling in my pocket andThe main line takes me to theSame line makes me go toWaste time, twisted in a part No lead roles, just ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 01:23:00 GMT |
