1389 4 2
|
We're alone and besieged / by badness.
|
138964
|
My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
|
138911
|
Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
|
138911
|
1
Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
|
138953
|
The cats sniff at the small opening,/
one by one, in a furtive casualness./
They think the outside air is sweet
|
138965
|
Clasped his hands behind his head to give a moment’s thought to love and how it had never quite clarified in his mind to run pure and sweet.
|
138953
|
we can’t hear the hum/
and the heat is imperceptible.
|
138961
|
I remember one time that summer I was with you (1964) going to a bar in maybe it was Melrose Park, or Northlake, or somewhere along Roosevelt Road closer to Chicago, not as far as Cicero though. I went there with a crazy gear-head named Roger Hudson, wh
|
138933
|
had I gotten home without knowing it? well . . .
|
138900
|
I. The cowboy of my heart rides high in the saddle. Behind him, the long tail of his speeding palomino, golden — like the hair to the girls I was later to want so desperately — stands straight out from his sweating, muscular haunches. It's time.…
|
138810
|
I remember a time when Calvin, my husband, was like Winnie the Pooh and I was a jar of fine Provençal honey. No amount of my sweetness could satisfy his craving for me. He would spread me on his toast with butter at breakfast and mix me with peanut butter
|
138800
|
“A lot of kids–granted, kids who aren’t too bright–will choose a school because of its mascot, and that’s what Chipper is all about,” he says.
|
138853
|
you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
|
138832
|
Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
|
138820
|
They shoveled coal into the furnace of the city so the ghosts would be warm for their haunting.
|
138823
|
A little boy sits at the table. He hears a knock at the door.“Mo-om!” the boy calls out. “Door!”His mother comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her clothing.“Jesus!” she says. “Would it kill you to answer the…
|
138843
|
See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
|
138853
|
It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
|
138844
|
an almost perfectly symmetrical/
Cheshire grin of a moon tonight/
above the iced roof of the house
|
138800
|
" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
|
138863
|
When nothing's coming in All I have are fragments Cloudy memories Uncompleted projects Disappointments loom large and threaten to define me I am only as good as what I produce And now I feel empty So how do I shine How do I find the spark that…
|
138800
|
Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
|
138895
|
Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
|
138822
|
...she did wish she lived somewhere in Ancient Rome, and from one of those seven hills, perhaps during sunset, she would resolve to roll down and meet the flaming orb just as it descended so she would dissolve into embers and ash...
|
138855
|
I heard that Hollywood is remaking “Thelma and Louise” with Christina Ricci and that dark haired girl who worked on a show that plays on the television. I heard it either from the internet or from a dream. I thought about looking it up, but I don't…
|
138885
|
From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
|
138844
|
I’m up to my kneecaps
in mockery and swill, and …
Excuse Me,
I’m Writing a Poem here?
Thank you. Sheesh!
As I was saying,
I’m up to my kneecaps in mockery and swill.
And I meet someone who
names all his fish after
people he doesn’t l
|
138721
|
lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
|
138733
|
His friend Boner, who was more accurately a friend of Milo, who was a friend of his cousin in Dubai and who had, up until this post, seemed to share thoughts in common with him, posted, “Holy Shit, Dude! What’re You On?”
|
138741
|
His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
|
