MERRIWEATHER POST PAVILION |
do the match bitches.1. IN THE FLOWERS2. MY GIRLS3. ALSO FRIGHTENED4. DAILY ROUTINE5. SUMMERTIME CLOTHES6. BLUISH7. GUYS EYES8. TASTE9. LION IN A COMA0. NO MORE RUNNIN1. BROTHER SPORT
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 05:55:00 GMT |
pensées on betrayal and pain: (ne pleut pas) |
m. so and i wrote in my hand-book, which you gave me one day while we were on the shore, "if i fell into the ocean, and dissolved into the waves, i think the world would be a better place" or, i would...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 18:07:00 GMT |
silver medal weekend. (headlights) |
your father said the grace.your brother spoke your name.our hands were underneath the table.i couldn't help but smilewatching like a childyour reflection in the mirror.i tried to make you laughlying i...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 18:49:00 GMT |
autumn and spring portfolios 07-08 |
autumn portfolio '07James Edmund PorterUniversity of PennsylvaniaEnglish 113, Fall 2007Greg Djanikian, ProfessorDecember 10, 2007Contents1. john philip sousa 2. we could be swordfish 3. like shovels 4...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 16:18:00 GMT |
brendan the navigator. |
Lord, I will trust Youhelp me to journey beyond the familiarand into the unknown.Give me faith to leave old waysand break new ground with You.Christ of the mysteries, can I trust Youto be stronger tha...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
elevator music blues, etc. or, "in which the poet challenges bob dylan to a duel" |
"elevator music blues, or, every time i see a truck like that (callypygean roll call pt. deux) or, eat your heart out robert zimmerman, or, subterranean homesick james, or...ahhh..forget it, i’l...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 22:31:00 GMT |
k.a.l.e.i.d.o.s.c.o.p.e. |
kaleidoscopeit all began with green.virulent green. it trickledinto rivers, slithered intoshot glasses, and oozed into the eyes of the prettiest women. then blue. cold, constantblue that back-stroked...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 23:43:00 GMT |
don’t think twice, it’s alright. |
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babeIt don’t matter, anyhowAn’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babeIf you don’t know by nowWhen your rooster crows at the br...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 07:11:00 GMT |
little legs. |
little legsmy closest friends have little legs,teeth, talons, and lobster tails.they are dead fishermen, whose widows weave basketswith their ring fingers to forget and, frightened foals born on rainy...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:47:00 GMT |
falling in love, or why i get everything wrong, all of the time. |
everything seems so small. everything, that is, except my snow-boots, which are four sizes too big, and make me look like a lumbering mountain man, with burly arms the size of a veritable tree trunk. ...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 23:54:00 GMT |
