It Would Be So Easy |
I could shapen my nails into calcium points,pierce my belly button and pull,spilling guts on black and white linoleum.Then I could crouch down until all hours of the nightwith a flashlight and magnify...
Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 12:43:00 PST |
DayDream |
"Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss..."
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Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 07:27:00 PST |
Indian DNA |
I suppose poetry is a rare genetic disorderafflicting the native chromosome,causing me to debate between 'a' and 'the'.Because I know how Billy Collins' stomach turnsand his face washes over when he l...
Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 12:58:00 PST |
PermaSeal Coffin |
I'd never climb into stone to rotor a cedar coffin (which rots)to avoid non-existing.I'd rather grow or decomposestraight down in the dirt,shroud in my baby blanket.I'd like to bury my body so maggots...
Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 10:04:00 PST |
time travel |
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Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 12:21:00 PST |
Jack Sings the Blues |
I slapped down the branch between us as it hit my face. The leaves I grasped for slid off their stems and sent me face first onto the footpath. At this new angle, I noticed a blue m...
Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 06:42:00 PST |
blackice& r o a d c o n s t r u c t i o n |
I hang amongst the deep forest green shading late afternoon, mosquito-free picnics or under cooler, timed nights.I recall camp-outs/we christened our own constellations/How awkward a deciduous 1/...
Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 07:09:00 PST |
5-7-5 |
Juliette only pretends to sleepwhile the future of businessmen gets drunk down on St. Germain."I swear officer I have no voice,"
Oh Great Plains! suffocated by technological haiku. -Rhymin...
Posted by Alexandra Supertramp on Sat, 18 Mar 2006 03:26:00 PST |
