1301 4 3
|
That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
|
130100
|
Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
|
130175
|
Whatever you have,/
we can monetize it
|
130164
|
My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
|
1301111
|
I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
|
130142
|
We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
|
130143
|
Whatever it is, the night vibe feeds off that disadvantage, nibbles at the desperation of those who come here.
|
130165
|
"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…
|
130153
|
you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
|
130132
|
The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
|
130110
|
i could smell it,
my scalp split on
that same damn nail,
i hammered down 20 times,
it kept coming loose
that warped floorboard
i never should have tacked in
when i built this house.
it always squeaked
at the base of the stairs
when i snuck
|
130100
|
A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
|
130022
|
He cleaned off the pump with a steel brush. Then he took it out to the pressure washer. Out there was where a lady that looked like a witch used to move around and sit on the fences like a crow. The air was humid, and the men were dressed in heavy blue coveralls.…
|
130000
|
a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
|
130051
|
...the woman of the sun, twelve stars around her head, the moon at her feet.
|
130052
|
Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
|
130000
|
" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
|
130000
|
"A Social Worker develops programs to help feed the poor," she had said, "and makes sure there's a chicken in every pot. A Counselor asks them how they feel about getting the chicken. And a Therapist diagnoses and treats them when they start hearing
|
130032
|
—Michiko, are you allergic to cats?
|
13001710
|
the moon tops the monolith
|
130097
|
Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
|
130032
|
Frank met Angelique Brody on the street in front of his building.
|
129931
|
Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
|
129911
|
Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
|
129976
|
bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
|
129955
|
The boy stared out his window, noting the suns slow and eventual passing behind the distant mountains. He saw his face reflected in the window pane and turned away. His shadow loomed…
|
129932
|
A parody of John Ashbery I have been preconditioned likewise by the ligatures of the roof. It has bypassed even the lightning. When I started this essay I (poetics equalling dissemination, like a toilet plug) admired, and I in the book produced…
|
129975
|
From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
|
129966
|
Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
|
129911
|
Thin slices of ruby tomato, red onion, and green peppers joined the bacchanal, wilting in the bliss of chile and cilantro raining down on them.
|
