perched hawk (tks) |
Aloft, your winged sense ability is where the flat grassand summit find distinction. you are the between quince and bitter, violets and moonless.miles of lost intention, the eyes of&n...
Posted by chris on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 08:12:00 PST |
thursday |
i was in a bar acoupla weeks ago, the thursday crowd seemed drunk enough and sweet, soi was another vodka away from the general apathyit was a bright day out THERE and tree branches becom...
Posted by chris on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:28:00 PST |
of this frying pan |
THERE is little i can say here, much less in factswimming or standing or breathinginof this frying pani WILL let it go for nowbut that was said 20 years ago..the Chinese children whorolled in di...
Posted by chris on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 02:31:00 PST |
2 little cats |
this smell of this sweatshirtflowers from washington & taylorokra next to the onionsyour hair in my mouth and your eyes closedice plants with a 1000 footprintsa careful basket not ours to touchthe...
Posted by chris on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 05:24:00 PST |
long waiting moment |
and when so much time has passedand the late winter air smells of bee stingsand the crystal airand the boat touching the padded lake the endless feels about absorbing pores,and there's green in ...
Posted by chris on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 05:41:00 PST |
last moment and the next |
"I'll dream, and the wind shall ferry my lightness around you wherever your hands rest the night."and as I turned out into the flattened grassand the door shut and a whisper from inside made no sense&...
Posted by chris on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 05:19:00 PST |
some i shall always remain (for tks) |
There are times when i just want to let the sourness and the CLAWS of permanent discontent set in like good hot bathBUT those people and those hands laying sweet on my mi...
Posted by chris on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 07:58:00 PST |
some you love, but can't live with |
fastened with copper wire twisted over many timeslooped through the rough iron holes to the racks. underneath,many cans fill with old scraps, fish hooks, and fire-king matches;still the canvas remains...
Posted by chris on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 06:48:00 PST |
like cloud |
disarrayin formsfrom a distance wagering contactis foolishnessdistance in this distancepeople workevery dayto wish you welllikecloud ...
Posted by chris on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 04:56:00 PST |
why follow in |
why follow in on such a day?when the sun boilswhen the wind scrambles and driesthe long dampened and disabledwhen pitted church bells send their sour notesoscillating through the bones of the deafwhy...
Posted by chris on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 05:50:00 PST |
