1277 13 8
|
inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
|
127720
|
Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.
|
127712
|
indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
|
127732
|
Franz Kafka opens the refrigerator
And removes a bowl of jello
With the face of Bella Abzug in it
|
127784
|
Years ago when the smart of it was as nippy as this one.
|
127721
|
Something’s been eating at my craw. I’m just going to go ahead and spill it all out. You ever hear about Poetry Whores? Well, let me tell you a little about them, because if I don’t, then who will? I’m not going to name names. You can pretty much guess
|
127721
|
Be aware the dog is king, radiant, emitting many beams, renewed by and restored by his fullness, his satiety. In many ways underlying all our hearts and minds, out of our notorious youth, ever the flower of our flesh on fire like a little reed next to the dried…
|
127700
|
This time he was dressed in a snap-brimmed hat, zoot suit with a gold chain and two-toned shoes; something out of a sad, lost Los Angeles past. I had no choice but to follow him as he walked down stairs that led to the Metro. We stood near one another,…
|
127700
|
some are cameras, some are daggers, some are sauces pans, others are swords, and some will run off and others will burn a hole into the spot which they land.
|
127722
|
I’m just your ordinary poem,
|
127797
|
If they are all speaking medicine & I / start speaking French - how / rude am I? Would they understand then / what it is to be entirely left out / of the conversation, unseen?
|
127700
|
She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
|
127766
|
(no one need fear timidity in our tastes― /
we like trying new things, no matter our hastes!)
|
127754
|
Johnny K. didn't much like taking his exotic drugs any more. He now thought that the common reality was already an intense enough trip without wrapping it all up in enough gauze to cause permanent daydreams to the head. He liked his cheap hamburgers…
|
127722
|
He sees the dogs through the window, his babies, sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. His girl, lying supine, hind legs spread, grotesquely, almost comically, as far as they can without being flush with the cushion. His boy, Cosmo, face down, the power…
|
127663
|
Chewing on peppered peanuts, thin flakes scattered carelessly around his squat, Father unfurls his turban and mops his clammy pate with an open palm.
|
127664
|
Mum and Dad are dead, though I'm the only person who has noticed. They're sipping their tea in the kitchen. Dad keeps coughing up maggots. Mum's face looks like a cracked mirror: I see myself in it, broken, dark. My brothers carry on as normal. They huddle by the TV,…
|
127633
|
Violet goes with her mother to the home, delivering cookies to old folks. She's getting to hate how she goes along with everything her mother asks. Some of her friends are rebelling already, and Violet feels something under her skin. It's still just a dark shape, lurking…
|
127653
|
She is a manifold of temporal flows.
|
127642
|
Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
|
127642
|
|
127632
|
As far as I can tell, all he eats is wedges of cake
from the plate on top of his blanket as he
lies there in bed, smoking cigarettes and
staring up at the painting of a pile of shoes.
Or else this is a real pile of shoes
building up beside the
|
127631
|
I once dreamed of taking a trip to Northumbria with a lover and reading the poem together on the fells.
|
127679
|
Used to be I'd keep busy. Dreadful the time I spend sitting, standing, staring. I lose track, now. I believe it's because he died. It gets hold of me. I'll see him half on half off his bed, a plaid blanket angled over his back and legs, held…
|
127664
|
in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
|
127610
|
The morning news.
The birthday present you bought me.
This poem.
My hair when I wake up in the morning, at any given point in the day.
Pigeon pose.
My singing voice.
How much I love myself.
Coffee.
Sex.
Not having sex.
Having movie star sex.
Ha
|
127611
|
We may sniff a gush of something
in the rush of heat round a petrol bomb.
Or reap a gift from the
cracked head of a hero.
|
127664
|
"Psst! You can't hide behind a broken dream.The gardenia's hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain like a residue on your mind. I wish there were an antidote I could share with you, but alas, my apothecary drawer is empty. Many times it's been my…
|
1276136
|
April spit its greeting, toe to head.
|
127600
|
Giant stars are beautiful, when you stand directly in front of them.But touching them, is a whole other story.Junior had touched one. A strong burning sensation flew through his arm and down his spine. A feeling of electrocution and burning at the same…
|
