1452 8 7
|
...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.
|
145211
|
Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
|
145287
|
|
145290
|
Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
|
145244
|
Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
|
145265
|
I can do the hot coals, no problem.
Or, your love, eyes closed.
Or your sneer, spank,
suffering, resentment, rejection.
|
145253
|
“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
|
145166
|
It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
|
145110
|
On Friday evenings they play Scrabble, a whole crowd of them. They use books to keep score, page numbers, instead of a long column of pencil scratches. They organize themselves into teams; the English majors all together, versus biology, history and horn players. She and he…
|
145100
|
What do I understand?
What have I mastered or come to terms with?
|
145132
|
We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
|
1451179
|
let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
|
145121
|
I remember sitting there on the first unfinished rooftop, watching you building houses out of words. You hammered in grammar and punctuation; you said these things needed to be hammered in by hand. You drove the long straight exclamation …
|
145183
|
goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
|
145153
|
Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
|
145100
|
I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
|
145187
|
He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
|
145121
|
He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
|
145142
|
I was in life, in my dream. I was feeling around underneath your clothing. My fingers were shining in the underwater afterlife of memory, searching for those lovely nipple-sized mollusks. I lived in a land somewhere between the past and the future. Now
|
145100
|
Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
|
145122
|
|
145011
|
This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
|
1450105
|
an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
|
145052
|
Have you ever seen a body of words give birth to a paragraph? I won't lie. It's a little gross. But quite moving. First there is the biology of reproduction. A blackbird living in an electric guitar, for instance, and its inexplicable urge to mate with an elephant.…
|
1450118
|
We must sometimes see the world/
as the pale blue dot//
surrounded by brighter dots/
and that endless field of darkest dark.
|
145021
|
I don't know what I'd expected from the week of mourning after my mother died but I sure hadn't pictured this marathon cocktail party. Our house is packed with people, food, booze and borrowed chairs. People I haven't seen in years keep turning up with casseroles.I'm…
|
145065
|
When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
|
1450108
|
One day, my feet and hands got into an argument. My feet argued that they were superior because they were not only the foundation of my body, but the cause of its mobility. They were modest in size, yet supported and transported an entire body that towered over them.…
|
145086
|
At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
|
145032
|
A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
|
