1499 16 9
|
The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
|
149962
|
|
149933
|
Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
|
149964
|
She stiffens and blusters and roars
Not like a storm,
Not like a lion.
Like a badger, caught in the steel jaws of a trap.
|
149943
|
A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
|
149941
|
To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
|
1499116
|
I suppose it was inevitable, This crashing of souls, This recognition of possibility to create. If we were younger, We would make a baby, The ultimate act of faith. Now it has to be something else, Nothing to force a track with night feedings, …
|
149931
|
I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
|
1499108
|
That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
|
149953
|
And your daughter, Mrs. P, and your daughter Mrs. Q, underwater, underwater in the old swimming hole, in the backyard swimming pool. “They’ve all got children there.” La la.
Yet when I’m naked, when I enter with my own body the mirror, the small sha
|
149811
|
No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
|
149822
|
You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
|
1498107
|
My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
|
14981312
|
My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
|
1498118
|
“Just how many different animals try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind sometimes showing our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be another…
|
14983118
|
... “All power is just behind your belly. Look. Knot of belt – just in front of navel – navel is eye of chi.” ...
|
1498128
|
the two become one where/
all things end,
|
149851
|
There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
|
149887
|
...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
|
149864
|
I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
|
1498117
|
You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
|
149821
|
She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
|
149701
|
She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
|
149744
|
|
149742
|
The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
|
149765
|
No matter what you may discover
Or come to believe during the drinking life
The question still remains:
What if everyone was an accident?
But still, while time may appear
To be nearing its own end
And the sun seems to be getting
|
149700
|
This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
|
149754
|
After President Trump was elected, my first impulse was to spend the next four years cowering under the bed, whimpering.While I knew that I needed to keep track of what our new commander in chief was up to, watching the news made me too angry and too sad and just too…
|
149744
|
Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
|
149757
|
It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
|
