by me |
She heard the birds croak like toads, chanting like Zen Buddhist monks
and she smiled because she knew
they were monks.
She walked down the cracked concrete sidewalk as she listened.
But why
did there...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 13:21:00 GMT |
Banshee Beat by Animal Collective |
There'll be time to get by to get dry after the swimming poolThere'll be time to just cry I wonder why it didn't work outThere'll be time to fish fry for letters by yours trulyYours truly
Someone in m...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 14:46:00 GMT |
America by Allen Ginsberg |
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with yo...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 19:49:00 GMT |
Flight by Steve Allen |
You know the sitting on the train not-knowing feeling
As to which is moving, you or the station?
You can do it with the whole earth if you know how.
Give up? Stand by night in a silent snowfall, perha...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 14:12:00 GMT |
