1296 7 5
|
The old neighborhood, long paling in the shadow of greater Los Angeles, was reduced to two blocks in length and occupied only one side of Figueroa. It was the crumbling bastian of homes whose architecture remembered yet street-car bells clanging, watermelon farms and…
|
129581
|
If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
|
129522
|
I was so messed up
when you left me,
and I admit I went around
searching the faces
of the crowd
for the man who
filled your womb.
|
129500
|
Mr. Skunk looked disdainfully at the window. “When the fuck do we get out of this place?” It was mostly rhetorical as the Skunks were all stuffed and inanimate.
|
129523
|
I hold dreams made of iron / that tip my spear of regret—
|
129555
|
The virgins smirk / //
We got medieval on their asses
|
129541
|
She felt like she was turning into someone else, someone who appeared normal. She would be inundated with everyone else's ideas, morphing into an insipid lemming, smiling and bantering about mindless things. She wouldn't even care she had changed...
|
129565
|
we were all meant to do with our love? What I can think of is to ask the question again. I suppose there are others more willing to supply you with a proper answer, but none seem real to me. These words are only stones,meant to skip across the…
|
129500
|
As Mrs. Saito put on the helmet, the copter got off the ground. She focused her Mana and placed her hand on the window, bracing for the birds arrival.
|
1295103
|
I sit there reading a magazine while the woman clips my claws. From time to time I watch Kim’s face.
|
129500
|
That was nearly two years and a thousand smiles ago.
|
129500
|
Lilly was anything but a white flower. Her skin had been blackened and burnt. Charred legs and arms stuck out like tiny tree limbs, the knuckles on her fingers barely covered by skin. The child’s face is frozen in the beginnings of a scream. She seems anc
|
129541
|
"...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/
|
129441
|
The cicadas hissed and chirruped until the air was thick with a noise like mechanical bedsprings bouncing for the 4th of July.
|
1294137
|
I find Vermeer and Bach and feel/
for a moment a shower of my own world’s/
prismatics.
|
129400
|
Let us talk granola
and improvising
on the margins of
munchies and breakfast.
|
129410
|
A deserted breeze hangs and waits
and talks with staggered shapes in the sky
like a melancholic child,
held behind
and forced to face the wall
as better taught and better-tempered children
dig for ancient ruins
just ou
|
129421
|
Michiko never telephoned Frank from Washington or Chicago.
|
129444
|
They were once a crown,of some living stag -- not quite old,not quite young: now bone. Something at the cusp of its age. Here they stand, given by a loved friendon a place in my home; smelling, whenI get very close, of time. They are shaped like small…
|
129400
|
I ran down the list of reasons she might be calling. She could be bankrupt, having a mid-life crisis, or maybe had a terminal illness. Either way I was clueless, as I had absolutely no emotional bond with the woman I came out of.
|
129454
|
The kind of poem poets write and read. I mean, hey I was feelin’ it HARD at 3:24 am, and this is what spilled out.
|
1294105
|
The light they love to hate so much is always pulsating within each life; the unbelievable color sword of what happens next when any two people find each other in their hearts and all pretense is somehow gone, for at…
|
129433
|
How long has this been going on? the admitting nurse asks.
|
129432
|
He paid the price for being a dick when he tried to write. The Muse did not care for violent behavior.
|
129455
|
Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
|
129422
|
we hover black as carrion birds with a glut empty need seems to me she's fell as thee and knows exactly where we posture anxiously spitting falsehoods on cue twittering like snipes cause there's nothing left to do she might have spent her whole life just
|
129487
|
Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
|
1294158
|
I'm standing on a toilet, trapped behind a stall. Watching Father U mop up the blood.
|
129422
|
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.”
|
129300
|
An hour later, we're no closer to the tunnel. In our rental car, we're just two in a school of a thousand fish skimming the edge of the island. Go with the flow, we keep saying to each other. We're just going with the flow. …
|
