1218 6 4
|
Unhappiness is a necessary boon
|
121854
|
After all our morals
And ethics of distrust
Have been ripped out
And discussed
There’s still the Meat Lady
At the end of the day
Standing around
in the midst of the crowd
Handing out her meat
In little morsels
on a toothpick
Af
|
121833
|
the world’s biggest poser fags
|
121865
|
"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one for my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
|
1218147
|
The first years of her life she had been owned by a bear hunter and trained to hunt bear, a terrible turn of luck for her.
|
121811
|
The ride home after Basketball and a little beer; That's when the best poems happen. Poems pin-prick sharp Puncturing through dulled Senses while streetlamps pass Overhead. They find their way inside you But they don't stick. Poems left back somewhere On the…
|
121851
|
I change things without notice for himto make sure he's ready for the corporate world. It's no longer our goal to watch cartoonswe must now focus on breakfastthenaction figures. "But Daddy," he says. "I likecartoons." "I know it hurts," I say."But…
|
121800
|
He knew she’d spend the day furiously scrubbing the best she could too, despite the hot house in the middle of a Southern Summer, and despite no matter how hard she tried, the place would always look filthy.
|
1217147
|
The will to make/
remains
|
121710
|
It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
|
121740
|
The coffee filter rustles like the Pages of your notebook, which Only tires you even more. Make your drink strong to Make up for the lack of resolve In your shoulders, and Your weak promises. The familiar sound of percolation And you reach the…
|
121730
|
I still remember the old times when we were together. I wish I wouldn't have let you go. If you ever thought that we should be together, please come back.
|
121731
|
I hope my blonde down still beats in your heart, and the black crescent curved under, you will remember, and I would move toward your window where my own heart lay in a dish, with the thick valley lifting.
Remember, I crossed and uncrossed my legs f
|
12171513
|
|
121777
|
I enjoy the walk through these crowded woods. It's good to be back among deeply seated young and old trees again. That familiar smell, you want to always savor it so very much, to not deny any of it. It smells like a blue sky, the…
|
121700
|
When the village slept, the men came knocking.
|
121743
|
The boy wasn’t raised this way.
|
121742
|
What happens in life when no one is watching?
|
121711
|
A Boston company has created a humanoid robot named “Baxter” that performs manufacturing tasks and gets a confused look on its face when it needs something.
|
121710
|
I think of particles exploding, coming back together like some physics experiment I don’t know the name for. “Large Hadron Collider,” you say. But that’s not what I mean.
|
121722
|
Why should you
go through that
for me?
|
121682
|
I’d met this crowd of drunken poets from San Francisco
Even though this was smack dab in the middle of winter
Smack dab in the middle of the flattened Illinois plains
Why they all left San Francisco I’ll never completely understand
But there we we
|
1216107
|
|
121665
|
If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
|
121694
|
You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.
|
121640
|
“This isn’t fair!” I rail to my late wife. “It’s all right for you, why not me?” She never answers me directly. Not in whispers, or with knocks, or even dreams.
|
121631
|
st. paul is steeped in fog.
mist and rain make the north side a grainy
faded photograph, almost timeless.
|
121600
|
It had been almost a week since the “last time.” That's what he had shouted at Eduardo after they had returned the boat, after they had watched the mother walk free onto the mainland, childless. The authorities had caught up with them unusually quickly,…
|
121600
|
bursting girl there is no moon
|
121642
|
A man walks up and faces
this new red brick wall
The bricks are all perfect
as you might expect in a dream
And the cement is tuck-pointed
without a dribble, anywhere
He looks at the wall
and puts his head through it
And when he pulls h
|
