nervous proliferation |
Nikita Kruchev nearly split my kindergarten atomsback before David Bowie taught us the politics of dancingNadia Komanich sang me an iron curtain cheerbefore Lionel Ritchie reached the rank of commodor... Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 19:18:00 GMT |
Helping with history homework |
Innocent eyes poked up from a history bookSo what happened at Woodstock?the question cameDusty images flood behind my spectaclesThree Days Of Peace Love And MusicAll my favorite bandsNaked hippies in ... Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:49:00 GMT |
Thank you Mayo |
A certain poet makes me sighand I suddenly was asked why.Perhaps the stifled remains of a memorylocked in petulant denial due to self unforgiving.Maybe the inadvertently shared hopes or passions watch... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:05:00 GMT |
sudden move |
Slithering snake was puton a relocation programslightly after the screamPlease dont complainMr Flicker tongueDeath was meant to be in the offing Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 17:07:00 GMT |
Knock |
Im trying to keep my focusfrustrating the pegs in the proper holes.But there is a persistent tap at the shoulderExcuse the interruption Doctor, he saysthe torch and pitch fork party are outside.Sh... Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 20:01:00 GMT |
driving to work |
Rolling wheelsTaking me thereNever mindLet me drink this azure dayas I speed through the green tubeThis sun dappled tunnel verdue Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 17:38:00 GMT |
listening to the bald guy get a hair cut |
So now I hear the gators in the sewermay be tired of rats and the occasionalhomeless guy resting on the steam grate.Then there is also that Siberian brain whackwhose life long ambition is to producea ... Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 18:17:00 GMT |
kitty milk cry |
I want to drink the delicious cool of moonwithout the insipid pollen sip bitter drip it isIf I could but dance the Massey Ferguson Tractorwith out the incessant burp of Johns deer twould but a butt... Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 20:03:00 GMT |
Diedra Unleashed |
Wielding an obsidian knifeshe came on the scent of lilacsDrifting soft on a breath singingto summerSlicing flesh and tendonsSinews snap at the flint sharpsighing throats in love Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 19:00:00 GMT |
the pith on path |
The pittering is not that of a gentle summer rainbut the gentle rat-a-pat of eeny beanie brown BBsManufactured by an army of future gypsy mothssteadily converting sunny chlorophyll into thedejection o... Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 18:03:00 GMT |