On city bus riding on provisional tar roads layered with rain,
Watching silently in my head while water roars on the windows and people in coats grumble crowdedly,
And me in my thin blue jumper! Silly for such a cold day but what is there... read more »
May 5, 2013 6:49 am / no comments
Twin horns beat against the backdrop
Twin horns dancing
To their own song
Twin horns color an otherwise
Black night
Pale street lights hug trash in the middle of the road
A winos lips grab that last gulp
Never enough despite being told its too... read more »
April 23, 2013 3:00 am / no comments
A football oval somewhere –––– long verdurous grass growing thick from good soil.
By the footpath concrete, sitting, watching the ancestor of an illegal dutch immigrant,
Who last week just lost it and sat on his desk upside down in a... read more »
April 22, 2013 11:14 pm / no comments
Jack came back at Piper’s Bar
He was doing snuff with Chuck
And laughing at me
“I’m always here, man.
I’m the other half of your heartbeat.
I need you to keep me alive.”
I cursed and I swore
That I thought that I didn’t... read more »
March 6, 2013 11:12 pm / no comments
going places
where are you going with your body
which never really came here in the first place
there is a three foot bubble around me
and only the animals are tame
but some of them are wild as russian tigers
which i avoid assiduously
as a human... read more »
January 18, 2013 3:32 am / no comments
how unique you
this moment in time is molded by entropy
it never will happen it already happened
the other day there was no other day
are you aware of other animals or people
watch them come out of their burrows then hide
a handful of nuts might... read more »
January 18, 2013 3:25 am / no comments
by G.K. Stritch – find her on Amazon
Why, Allen Ginsberg, thoughts of you fill my head as I go out in cold sun winter morn to supermarket. Not any supermarket, but a super supermarket. A supermarket as sterile as hospital. A supermarket... read more »
January 17, 2013 6:39 am / no comments
the book of fury
the sweet lords came who wished to harm us
which seemed unnatural and strange.
we reconstructed page by page
the book of fury they were reading
our scholars went on holiday
familiar linguists we all loved
usurped by comic clown... read more »
January 14, 2013 3:24 am / no comments
block party
in the zig zag festival of nothing
frantic debauchery is the norm
mounted police on roller skates
chased the zig zag pie through gridlike streets
i gave liberty a useless bus schedule
she ran along the winding road with streaming... read more »
January 13, 2013 3:12 am / no comments
i think I will join the other gentlemen in the smoking parlor
they are trying to put out a fire there did i mention
the government my bad i will go eat a brillo pad
no good deed goes unpunished if vinegar doesnt work
use baking soda but we... read more »
January 11, 2013 4:01 am / 1 comment
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