Will Heaven look like Zeenat Aman? |
My mother used to tape Indian movies illegally all day longthered be three or four movies goingtwo VCRs whirring getting all technologically hornywith the high-pitched songsof the young female starsth...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:37:00 GMT |
Home |
What can I say, the garden is already buried under cementthe spiders have engrained themselves into every crackand the ghosts of the mice glued or cut in half by the trapshave just given up on the pla...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:33:00 GMT |
Amey's Cassettes |
The other day, I found my mothers cassettes from the eightiesthey were full of love songs from Indian moviesAmey used to tape them from the TV while she cleanedAnd I thought back to the orange carpets...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:28:00 GMT |
At the Museum of Natural History |
Love is a tyrannous prince Jalal al-din Rumi As we both look up at the Tyrannosaurus Rexits bones painted black its danger extinctI can hear the sounds of children echo throughout the museumAnd we are...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 00:44:00 GMT |
Your Lock |
Your lock is more delightful to me than a hundred keys Jalal al-din Rumi It is the missing clasp of your body that shudders me awake, and before I fall asleep,I replay all the tightly wound metal of ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 00:41:00 GMT |
my first punk poem song |
So Stas and I have been fooling around (musically) in his studio. I had a poem that never worked as a poem and together we made it into a punk song. It's pretty ridiculous. But here it is. Once I ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 15:21:00 GMT |
