this carnival skin |
this carnival skinall leaps and cracksbeneathaboveoutside withina scream around methis my skinbeneath aboveoutsidewithina hundred times nothingmy carnival skin
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 06:51:00 GMT |
For Some Friends of Mine |
half-light cries of anguishas the sun goes downwolf packs and the serpentslike to run this townsaw my drunken friendcrash through blue window glassstay there safe in dreams'til morning comes at lastno...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 18:54:00 GMT |
her black island |
she movesin her black islandthrough the streetsthrough the smokehot sandand volcanoes from the sea floor to starry heavendon't you watch heryou might drown
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 15:49:00 GMT |
your Sunday sermonette |
this is an advertisement not a poemit is shallow pretty cleverunforgettablesticks right with youlike a childhood encounter with suffering ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 06:14:00 GMT |
Like This At Times |
old room stale from beer and cigarettesstink of fallen smoke and broken dreamslike finding your true name carved on a gravestoneeverything must go is all it meansfaces turn to masks and then they spli...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jun 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
The Yards Up Chicago |
the evening is pleasantthe air's cool and lightlike many old timesI'll watch you through the nightyou pant in the summeryou rattle with coldand your sorrows will endin the yards up Chicagodoes sunshin...
Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 18:30:00 GMT |
a letter unanswered for nineteen years |
red rosecontortsto a letter "G"arbitrarymakeshift vocablesre-enact historic battlesTV-styledwasteland of craterssharkfed eyesmesmeric pulsesturned offleaves the rose at "G"rememberednight breaks upon ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 13:19:00 GMT |
A Dying Guerrilla, 1968 |
they cry out "we've got him," I know that it's trueI'm bleeding it out in the sandmy heart's turning cold in this breast they have piercedmy gun's turning cold in my handthey've rolled up our country,...
Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 12:49:00 GMT |
Five Years |
on this lost highwayof endless crucifixionsSamantha livesin the wind and suntrees that whisper soft condolencefast wild horses on ocean curlsand me this flapping ghost on a washlineon this lost highwa...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 13:02:00 GMT |
Thoughts of an Uneasy Day (May 12, 2009) |
lookouts lean on balustradescrickets in the meadowchilly air at eveningthe chill of innuendorumors of the wars you foughtwherever they would send youscars like hieroglyphicseyes lost in shadowwe make ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 22:00:00 GMT |
