1072 0 0
|
Subways are silver
Taxis are yellow and
Trees are green.
|
107111
|
|
107122
|
“Oh, where are you going to, O tow-haired rover?” Though my sight turns nowhere homeward, and my mouth's run numb, I can hear a leaflet sifting through the walls of clover; Though I stay, I ‘m going forth and o'er to Camelot, come- On a four…
|
107133
|
Bite an apple and watch them come,
God only knows wherefrom.
|
107140
|
Has anyone reached inside your eyes lately? Has anyone searched for your soul as it floated near the ceiling of the past? Has anyone told you they needed you to touch them, to lie down beside them and breathe, just breathe, and live wherever it is that ma
|
107100
|
If you don't want to die, go fetch me a pie
|
107111
|
I move, press my mouth to her ribs and trace
a line between her breasts with one, sticky
fingertip.
She
closes
deep
|
107100
|
I would like to land youLike a paper airplane,Take you home to mom. I like your mom &, sheWants to sleep in the sameBed as me. Call it odd. I give you a head nodin the museum, we speakin code. Call it news.I have the blues. Nobodydoes it like you do, to me,for us, in…
|
107100
|
Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
|
107000
|
Nothing is what was wrong when I asked.
|
107000
|
We went to the woods to escape the failures that suck out your breath.
|
107011
|
Charlie is hollering about Rex again. Every dinosaur right now is Rex. Also Rex: every animal with thick-looking skin--elephants, crocodiles. (Yesterday, he pointed to an ant and told me, "Buggy Rex.")
|
1070129
|
The sirens didn’t eat the sailors
|
107010
|
Watch the moon hang with methough miles and miles apart.Over sea and rock and railwaysforever in my heart.
|
107054
|
In an area of high winds
and strong convictions, I have
lived among the ever-changing crowd
that is always the same.
I must have died overnight,
and now my wings are
flapping in my own face.
I used to be an owl,
a night owl, to be sure
|
107021
|
I had a dream and in it a small deer came to the side of the road and licked the salt from my wounds. I was lying beside you in a ditch, after crawling out of a smashed car (maybe your pal Jackson Pollock was driving.) We were just kids, really, not muc
|
107064
|
Her tits were perfect
But came with a white picket fence
Around them
|
107074
|
no matter where we sit or how we stare— / all parades now march away to one day.
|
107030
|
...something is pulsing in the shovel against the window and its pompadour of snow.
|
107011
|
a sixteen year old girl
Denim
|
106911
|
a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
|
106986
|
When I asked her about her husband, she laughed.
|
106900
|
She hears me, acknowledges me. She knows I’m bound each day, unable to make my voice heard. “It’s regrettable,” she mumbles...
|
106982
|
With furrowed brow, he took the plastic stems and began to beat the blossom ends
against the black brick wall.
|
106911
|
A hymn for her
when his head
cocks shameless.
|
106942
|
Above the chasm of life burn two fires
at either side of the framed painting that
stands on the pink and red plain. And inside
the painting itself an orange rain falls,
accumulating in a sea of red. Rocks can’t stand
their small shadows anymore
|
106900
|
It comes to him in the night. When he's lying there, staring at the ceiling. The shadows dance on the white paint, forming into monsters that get you when you sleep. The moon hangs low in the sky, dancing with the stars in a ballet that lost all movement
|
106933
|
I’m living at the Edge of Graffiti
And yet I still survive
Because I walked across the line
Separating me from the rest of mankind
You can see me out here
I’m in so much pain
All that’s written on my face
I think it’s pretty plain
|
106900
|
“Can you imagine what we could have accomplished, if we would have just gotten all the fuckin out of the way?” says Doug Stanhope, one of my favorite comedians, and one of the most brilliant, harsh straight to point utterances, I've heard from anyoneWe…
|
106933
|
Forgive the earth that’s
got a hold on you.
Forgive the trees.
Forgive yourself,
you were
damaged goods.
Therefore,
quit looking for the
expected.
Look instead
at the unknown
as a fact.
Describe it.
Use great detail.
And
|
