1162 2 2
|
I’m just your ordinary poem,
|
116200
|
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?
|
116243
|
|
116241
|
That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
|
116120
|
I saw a woman stop, Stoop on the platform To pick up a penny, And wondered what it was worth To her, that disruption, That eddy in the flow of the day's rush. One hint of brightness, A tiny windfall And something changed. Lucky heads…
|
116165
|
Everything was cool until she used the phrase, "five million dollar home."
|
116176
|
Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
|
116120
|
Before Plasma screen TV Futon Underwear (brief style) piled on kitchen chair Unopened mail from funeral parlour Water in the sink coloured orange with grease Desktop computer (flying toasters screen saver) Cigarette butts floating…
|
116100
|
I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
|
116144
|
The young boy woke to the sound of laughter. He blinked himself out of deep sleep and allowed…
|
116185
|
Elaine and Francesco exited the taxi in front of Elaine Aster Gallery.
|
116186
|
|
116142
|
A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
|
116100
|
Bruce Springsteen begins singing from the loud speaker he was bruised and battered and couldn’t tell what he felt.
|
116157
|
It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
|
116121
|
But behind the shops (and the many pubs), at the back of the narrow cottage fronts which line the wynds are secret courtyards, surprising gardens and more light than ever imagined.
|
116166
|
I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
|
116131
|
ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
|
116143
|
They divided over worthless gain, while I came too late for the battle.
|
116164
|
His beloved are paper-thin when he blows into the free end. Green tint from copper.
|
1161165
|
Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
|
1161139
|
The line weights are spot on/
and the snap of lines is textbook/
for a discipline that died with AutoCad
|
116110
|
|
116100
|
My father said that he had been ready for that journey for many days past and that he had asked often for the spirits to come and take him. He prayed to the god of the heavens and to the earth mother. He prayed for the three of us, and he prayed for the s
|
116183
|
The particles of dust didn't want to be looked at
|
116110
|
One day over a hardscrabble dinner of gristly beef and lumpy mashed potatoes, his uncle looked up at him and said, “Kee-rist, boy, school’s gonna start any day now. And winter ain’t far behind. I can’t keep you here. We gotta figure out something for you.
|
116100
|
Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
|
116164
|
I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
|
116121
|
She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
|
1161103
|
Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
|
