1318 8 7
|
Orchids strewn over the floor...
|
131822
|
till the tiny death may we
remain true, me and you, to our flesh and blood and sinew, the
springs and silver in our tiny hearts with vicious teeth and a hard
bone need to fuck
|
131878
|
The bad optical, crossed or dead or lazy or stray
|
131844
|
I may have gone
A little soft in the brain
But I swear I still see it
The angel closes the rain
Even God has to refrain
From causing us pain
When the angel closes the rain
So the angel closes the rain
At the end of time
The angel mus
|
131801
|
There's no sky like that
with twisting clouds shot up into by cypress
trees that are so like dark green flames
leaping out of the earth as if a dark green
oily pool were on fire underground,
and this was all that could escape, was
its essence.
|
1317126
|
Crouching like little children in a game of hide & seek, we entered the old house, slowly
|
131722
|
We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
|
131766
|
I'd like to grow you a new flower. I thinkmaybe I just will. Right now. Here's as good a place as any. Well you'll probably never get to see it, but it will be there just the same and it will be all yours. Kind of like these poems that I make if…
|
131765
|
A nuclear-plant fuel rod engineer, Dimitri Kastrotov, had an axe to grind, so invented an atomic deterrent, to counterbalance mankind. He targeted the filthy rich, greedy sons of a bitch, breeding war, weapons and nukes at a reckless fever pitch After …
|
131721
|
I call beauty to me
With the architecture
Of this place
Beauty that has no doubt
Been pulled to me
All its life
|
131742
|
Does he pack you a lunch when you're running late for work? Even when you're not running late? Does he insist on regular medical check-ups, for which he'll pay because you don't have insurance? Will he disapprove of your objectionable behavior, and not turn the…
|
131722
|
A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
|
131701
|
No one told us that the LZ was already hot and the last Combat Mobile Team had already been shot down and killed. No, no one told us that. So when we came in below about 500 feet I began to hear that "pitit" sound of AK-47 rounds going right through the f
|
1317128
|
the tall, thin ectomorph sat
on the verdant, green grass
as the unclothed naked woman
on the Sunday-picnic blanket
poured white cow’s milk
into a vodka shot glass
|
131794
|
Fear I’ll be stuck here without a ladder
|
131764
|
The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
|
131722
|
In the end, he knew he wasn’t going home.
|
131722
|
No one saw him arrive at the half-moon garden just south of Delancey, no one saw him hang his cage from one of the drainage pipes, but by the time the rest of us got there, the bamboo frame was already covered with silky, golden cloth that reflected the e
|
131752
|
Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, the Good Lord made them all.
|
131621
|
The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
|
131611
|
May is National Masturbation Month. How do I know? My pal Senior Sex Expert Joan Price is not only vigorously celebrating, but doing everything she can to spread the word.“I'm on it!” I assured her when she told me. “Thanks.”…
|
131621
|
I tried to enlighten them. For my trouble, they tried to have me deprogrammed. I condemned their narrowness of mind; they pitied me my naiveté. I ridiculed their religious bourgeois complacency, but they really didn’t know what I was talking about.
|
131684
|
He thought of it as magic, but magic that he understood, the way a magician knows about the hidden compartments in his hat and trunks.
|
1316127
|
When exactly does cheese go bad? it simply does not, I say.
|
131652
|
“My name is Violet,” I add. I am trying to stop lying. Going without cigarettes has been easier.
|
131672
|
If I should stumble into cheerfulness/
remind me of all the business models
|
131654
|
|
131632
|
Hope is the thing playing checkers
|
131600
|
Writing books is like raising children. You do your best, nurture them, discipline them, coddle them, feed them, patch up their injuries, sing to them, try to sell them, but no matter what you do, they are what they are.
|
131688
|
It all began with me. I was first and for many years, the only.
|
