983 12 5
|
That some adults believed the drill would save/
us from the blast of fusioned hydrogen//
amused us as we quietly curled along
|
98321
|
martyred young women lie in hospital beds
|
98300
|
On the back porch of the world, the sun kisses my laughter, Giving me the silent strength to separate before from the after. Misunderstood soil shyly strikes up a conversation. And I engage my soul, lost in aimless contemplation. …
|
98221
|
As the patter of our passing feet fades.
|
98244
|
I was at the bend in the road
thinking of Robert Frost
but there was no fork,
there was no yellow wood,
there wasn’t even a horse
to ask me why or what if
There was no decision to be made
just a thousand tourists from Prague
|
98290
|
...it didn’t take much to just toss it aside and muster up some fresh bravado.
|
982115
|
elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
|
98221
|
Stealing time. Always gambling. I used to wake up with wet eyes; remnants of nights and days spent in places I never wanted to leave. I took to insomnia to escape the dreams that reminded me of places I could never return to.Now I sleep here. When I can.
|
98211
|
the wiggly word / floats toward the crowd
|
98230
|
“Hello, I’m Marlene, and this is April,” says the older of two women. Both Marlene and April wear ankle length dresses. The name Hester Prynne flashes through my mind.
|
98132
|
|
98144
|
It's 50/50 that you'll ever pad your knee enough to ever kneel on it.
Your back hurts, the Orthapedist labels it arthritis.
I think that means we're getting old,
so I crawl up the tower of your body
as I'm a little younger, more sprightly.
You're a
|
98131
|
I am in a war against the literal. I have sewn these words together to make a stand of birch. I wander the earth gathering moon shadows and swords. Kerosene dots punctuate the Dakota night. An apparition of words hops through a calculus problem and falls into a…
|
98154
|
Chin beards, flannel shirts, Levis
no boots anymore, just loose sandals
their chicks with double triple multiple chins
falling asleep on their own palms
|
98198
|
I used to be so certain
about right and wrong.
About choices and their consequences.
About heaven and hell
and how there was
no room in between
no space in between
no point in between
(take that point how you will)
|
98140
|
laying with you, thinking with you, breathing with you
|
98100
|
On the parking lot of the bar, two in the afternoonYou notice the battered car, dented up body of a Ford escort,No hubcaps, plastic in two of windows,It yells a story to youA familiar storyHead into the bar2 O' clock in the afternoonIt's a nice, sunny, warm Saturday…
|
98111
|
Patio Joe, 55 and constantly smelling of swill, got his name because he sold and stocked patio furniture at the neighborhood Kmart. With his pockets full of dusty rags and crushed Old Golds, he'd daydream about check out girls.But I suppose you'd have to call them check out…
|
98151
|
The irony is that Smart's work of self-abnegation has surpassed that of her erotic master; George Barker is largely forgotten now, while the reputation of Smart's one work of genius seems secure.
|
98142
|
First, he wrote it in a patch of new, wet cement one night at the intersection, for everyone to see, “Tad Loves Kimberley.” Maybe they were still in high school, or one of them worked at the café on the corner, and the other at the ice cream shop. Then
|
9811511
|
When the compost thaws the past oozes out into the present....
|
98165
|
Villon, get the hell outta here!
|
98010
|
She left the bathroom and slammed the bedroom door. He heard the lock close.
|
98020
|
|
98021
|
An elephant with fascist tendencies,And various exotic dependancies,Kept his eye on,That there King Lion,Frustrated by his monarchic propensities.He made plans to over-throw,Thinking the Lion's popularity low,But he was discovered,When his habits were uncovered,Which was…
|
98032
|
What I wanted was to rewind the film
|
98010
|
The empty faces in the crowd all mumbled...
|
98011
|
|
98010
|
Some things are said.
Others, never.
|
98000
|
Petroleum products leaked from her shattered hull, still stinking of a battle its leaders not only lost, but forfeited.
|
