you could |
you could i keep making the mistake of saying mildly intelligent things intelligent not wise things dealing with historical fact or an odd scientific fact things like that i keep saying things like t...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 02:44:00 GMT |
smile |
smile the people who crowd my living room the poeple at the grocery store pushing in on me as i smile people need something people need to attach bond find something beer religion poets and they d...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 01:25:00 GMT |
all the bulbs at once |
the light is always dim in this apartment the only light in the living room comes from a hanging lamp that even with a high watt bulb doesn't give off much its light you migh find in an opium den a ba...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 01:22:00 GMT |
the joy of painting |
i always wanted to be apainter i ended up a poet my hands won't even move to the work anymore i can sketch out abstracts which aren't so hard my wife has her art set all her old brushes and a chinese...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 01:17:00 GMT |
sun and wilted flowers in a dirty room |
the sun breaking through the blinds is brutal this sick knot of my stomach grinding against my soul another night gone people are pouring coffee lighting morning ciggs thinkin...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 23:58:00 GMT |
while the world waits |
while the world is waiting i'm laughing i lift my pitiful glass up check it for stray bugs and take a drink my poor jaw is falling apart with rotting teeth and people everywhere are waiting for ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 14:36:00 GMT |
canned angels |
canned angels has every poet used the sword of damacles is it a shame for me to use it now? my child support has fallen behind and i know that they are licking their chops to take my balls and lock...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 14:31:00 GMT |
impossible savior |
Impossible Savior the empty cathedral of a bottle leaves its shadow across my page its simple darkness spread out and touchable there will never be a hero genius has failed us and the only thing ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 22:30:00 GMT |
The beer,the bugs and me |
my landlord left an eviction notice on my door even though the rent had been paid a guy in greasy clothes grabbed my by the arm in the grocery store as i went to grab the last bottle of the cheapest w...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 18:47:00 GMT |
the terror |
i can't help but feel beaten ground up chewed on the lousy jobs have my number and never call the editors of magazines have my address and my soul with an SASEthe terror is in the waiting waiting on ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 18:38:00 GMT |
