bathroom wisdom |
the bathroom is a well of wisdomwhat if i resolved myselfand all of my petty effortsto the relaxation of resigning and realizing that i have everything and every thing.what if i believedthat nothing c...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 18:26:00 GMT |
bricks |
sometimes i wonder how many bricks are in this city.all these buildings and homes and walls and sidewalks.how many bricks?and where did they all come from?surely not from the same place.some bricks a...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 11:43:00 GMT |
cellos again |
cellos againi am open in a brick housewith a strong wind at the doorpushing all the nails in.sweet half sister anddaughter of mine, we are naked before a motherholding pomegranites in our hands.
eyes...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 10:29:00 GMT |
be sure to wear a coat. |
it starts as a pressure and it builds;quite the phantom in arrivalquite the army in strength.when it bends you just go limpwe know that brittle things willalways break -there is rubber in our bones.
...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 10:59:00 GMT |
alone with a ladder |
cut me in half andcount the ringsi know that these promisescan bleed through their pores.swimming in the shallowswalking while it's wadingi am sure to slip on something hereand crash into the ceiling...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 10:25:00 GMT |
the season for falling |
with these purple and green swirls
this could be a cloud
or easily misunderstood for
some leaves just falling down
it is the season after all
for falling from and into things
for hot tea
and whispers...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 00:53:00 GMT |
freehand |
Everybody understands you when you're speakingyour language out loud;Please speak directly into the microphone,Please look directly into the lens.Shiver with the breeze and know you're still alive. &n...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 15:19:00 GMT |
marrow |
old man young manyin yang stretchy stretchywhollops from the skycloudspicking off your bonesstringing up your emptysticky dreamssticking to your story sought to figure outas you empty out your bonesma...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:40:00 GMT |
the alchemist |
white noise rambling all aroundthis is is the world we builtour beds we lie inwater on the brain simple eggs that went softunder a sunmany moons agodonning a helmeti bravely step out onto the streetso...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:30:00 GMT |
poem on a bus |
listening to musicunderneath the riverstill getting a signalin a tunnel partly coveredwith old and aging tiles.still spinning on an axis,still looking into eyes of strangersHunting for more of me.Beau...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 23:02:00 GMT |
