Unbearable |
Unbearable
the unbearable
poverty between
our quick spending
of muscle definition
and emotional IQ
never prepares us
for the exit strategy
of the particular
nervous vib...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 17:50:00 GMT |
The bounce in the ball |
The Bounce In The Ballthe bounce holds on to the ballas i go up all four walls,our love a russian dollit's truth getting small & smaller,the chance fall of our bones rollas i tumbleweed through my dre...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 18:07:00 GMT |
When I didn't go to plan |
..When I didnt go to planwhen i didn't go to planyou put me on the back burneruntil my worn feelings caughtand my old skin peeled away, when i didn't move like a limbwired with your nervous systemyou...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 16:18:00 GMT |
The trouble with love is |
the trouble with love isit may be me just wantingyou or anything reallypeanut butter blow jobbeer buzz or butterflycum shot or mouthwashthe trouble with love isit may be you just givingyourself in ret...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 15:13:00 GMT |
Tea time sarcasm |
Tea time sarcasmThe poet dips his digestive in the hot peppermint tea,he lifts it to his open lipshalf flops into the brew,a fishing silver tea spoontrawls up a sweet sludge,he curses his unlucky dipa...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:27:00 GMT |
The tongue in cheek pops |
The tongue in cheek pops.(to be continued) .1.The poets mortality almost overwhelmed himas he poured hot water on the last tea bag. .2.He cried a pebblebled a paper clipand sp...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:21:00 GMT |
Kicking clouds |
Kicking cloudsyou had a heart like a flop houseit drew the poison from my kissespicked my pocket like a good unyou danced with someone else to pull the rope around my neckyears later I'm still swingin...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:19:00 GMT |
A fathers dying wish for his son (later he lived) |
Part IA fathers dying wish for his son (later he lived)His smile turns to mercurythen slides down his face,His own body turns him infor thirty pieces of platelet.My child's hand strokesmy fathers rag...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:14:00 GMT |
The Apolitical Poet |
The Apolitical PoetHe had a slum in mindAnd we were all invited.His chosen method of suicide Self administered crucifixion,He was brave before professorsCowardly after the main events,Wars, strikes, f...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 18:23:00 GMT |
Egg talk |
I live in the plastic egg cup of a secondthe hard chewing gum under the tablethe dirt under my unclipped finger nailsa false lovers autographed love lettera postcard from a holiday never takenthe thin...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:48:00 GMT |
