1288 5 4
|
for that is righteousness / that to everyone be allowed his own choice
|
128855
|
A hot summer night walks into a bar and orders a drink.
|
128831
|
The white and yellow are sublime and desperately powerful, like angry screaming over tears and through laughter or hatred. Maybe the words are about crying or laughing, but the expressions are altogether impenetrable and distant. The jokes told behind the teeth and through…
|
128884
|
|
128821
|
Gotta ask myself what I’m doing here. What keeps me tied. Caged. What is it?
|
128811
|
I drink the funeral in a dream. I give satisfaction in voice overs.
|
128811
|
FUN MOVIE TRAILER: 41 members of my family participated in a movie I co-wrote and shot with my wife. Have a look!:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wA7k2r81iXEHere's the 64 minute film-noir-style…
|
128822
|
He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
|
128701
|
I told him that the beehive he had for a brain was overpopulated and that he couldn’t seem to go for one minute without desperately thinking that I was going to leave him when I’m sure I gave him no evidence to that effect at all
|
128720
|
"I need a male friend, and I think I've found one."
|
128731
|
For years, Nina lived in an apartment with furniture that was silver or clear or metallic, she could see her reflection in every surface. She had an enormous television that took up one entire wall of the small living room. She and Anna and Desmond, Nina's downstairs …
|
1287148
|
...she shouted, “Benny!” and slowed down as a hand-lettered signboard proclaiming zukeeny appals cidar came into view
|
128700
|
Megumi turned to the night sky. The moon was brighter than she ever saw. The argument got louder as her smile shrunk into sadness.
|
128781
|
If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
|
128700
|
Howling, prowling, yowling Baby Dykes, stalkin' chicks, throwin' fits, takin' hits! A thousand thigh divin', rosebud nipped, fur licking dancin' cats, (Claws in, claws
out! Yes!) sniffin' that cradle of love.
|
12871610
|
We're in a sedate forest next to a boisterous beach. The sky is sea green above the trees and forest green above Sinepuxent Bay. Chaste squirrels are keeping a lookout for bad-boy gulls. Kids on circus bikes ride out of the woods into their bathing suits. The…
|
1287103
|
If you knew everything, you would not be able to sit on tropical balconies at 4:09 A.M., discovering a book and then the world for the first time If you were part of the spiritual set, and could astral travel far and wide, but neglected to open the door…
|
128711
|
As clever as clean bed sheets
|
128710
|
So I threw away all my stuff, because I was tired of it, and because I decided I wanted to revive the Oral Tradition. I figured if it was good enough for our ancestors, it couldn't be all that bad, not that I’m really into history or cultural stagnancy o
|
128700
|
They strung him up, stowed on the balcony, and beat him with sticks, and beat him with rocks, and bent his muscles, …
|
128732
|
In this way a section of a marsh or weapons testing range, a forest or corporate landscape is transported into his living room.
|
128793
|
Our trouble decided when the CUNY PhD student, a poet, cried out, “Racination!” during discussion of my poem.
|
128711
|
They’re exhuming Pablo Neruda
To put his old bones to the test
Determine if he was murdered
At the Capitalists’ request.
|
128731
|
“The moon is a monk,”
you said.
|
128751
|
We went driving on Sundays.
|
128741
|
"...and time came hurtling behind him, gripped his shoulder/ jumped clean over him like a buck goat/ the world aged but he did not/ he spent his afternoons in an old car with fake leather seats/ drank cold beer under the olive trees/ or lay in a hammock/
|
128696
|
On a Saturday I flew from murky air. My wings grown weak, I stole away from plundered nest, casual stings, and skillful barbs. In family's fold, I perch.
|
128600
|
So, before he could brew with the crew, God decided to make one last trip to Earth, drawn by nostalgia and the prospect of watching a football World Cup from the stands. That is where He met Mini.
|
128632
|
You may think it's illegal
Well, you'd be wrong, ya hear?
Cause you're just in the wrong
Neck of the woods
And it's legal here
Want some beer?
Yeah, that's right
It's legal here
Don't go opening the door
Any wider, I know
You don't
|
128642
|
We're alone and besieged / by badness.
|
