the singularity |
when cinemas and theatres are goneto be on the edge of one's seat will mean to be shot through with what's immured in our idwith what's the memory of narrative unbound but not yet free as we see tho...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 11:02:00 GMT |
supply and demand |
in a shopping mall on a normal day five women shot dead in the space of five minutes five mothers sisters daughters shot dead with five bullets bought for five dollars from a shopping mall on...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 07:53:00 GMT |
two old/unfinished ones |
between you and I there is pride outstretched an arm that began with an open handyet now endsin a wall of palm (and his nights are a curling of the fingers O so slight)***It occurs to him to love the...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 06:00:00 GMT |
Drowning |
Drowning yes that's the death for me.Rising to the surface posthumously,I'll have my arms wide in mockery.To be spat from the deck Of some bateau ivreWould be fitting for a non-believer;After all,...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:18:00 GMT |
Haiku |
Paris Hilton earnsher fame the old-fashioned way:augmenting the Dream.
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 08:09:00 GMT |
Christmas Haiku |
Mary and Josephstole the Garden of Edenfrom Adam and Eve.
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 12:34:00 GMT |
Anachronism |
With our heads in the cloudsand our feet in debris,we press palimpseststo our chests,O deity.
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 07:21:00 GMT |
In Response to Pound |
I runout of songs of thesun; Lord;give me a woman who's dyingand my heart will waitto her East.
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 07:20:00 GMT |
Haiku |
Reassure me this:she too is susceptible.Reassure me this.
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 09:06:00 GMT |
Haiku |
Nobody knows thetrouble I've seen but Jesus,for he'll often pry.
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 07:17:00 GMT |
