Angel trapped in a barbeque's body,
I will be there for you
when you are ready to transform.
January 31, 2010
Hot Dog Stand
Angel trapped in a barbeque's body,
I will be there for you
when you are ready to transform.
My First Val Kilmer Nature Poem
I think that I shall never see
Val Kilmer eating watermelon
lovelier than a tree.
The texture of fear
The texture of fear is holy, like a religion people sing about on television.
Select all. Delete.
January 29, 2010
A Springtime Dream
When the dirty horse chomps
pretty jays in its jaws, they spark
the bluest blue sparks.
January 28, 2010
It's always Christmas in the mountains
Ellen the geneticist in her plaid jacket spoke
and sent the Earth evolving,
filling our veins with sparrows and shards
of vibrato-shattered windows
as the ground began to eat its figures.
You could do it too, she urged
and like ice, like hope, we grew crystallin-clear
infinitely reduplicated
in the mirrored windows of the testing facility.
What should we say?
God's face founded a zebra prince
clanging the bars of his cage with a can
crying, Yoo hoo!
Ho ho! Merry Christmas!
They had lived and worked together so much
the researcher caught herself
telling the zebra prince's stories
as though they were her own.
When Ellen the geneticist in her plaid jacket spoke
she said, What's not to say?
The earth was fallow before we had our say.
Throw the transparent wrapper
of your disposable camera into the air
and take a photo of it falling:
One day we will breed the ultimate window.
and sent the Earth evolving,
filling our veins with sparrows and shards
of vibrato-shattered windows
as the ground began to eat its figures.
You could do it too, she urged
and like ice, like hope, we grew crystallin-clear
infinitely reduplicated
in the mirrored windows of the testing facility.
What should we say?
God's face founded a zebra prince
clanging the bars of his cage with a can
crying, Yoo hoo!
Ho ho! Merry Christmas!
They had lived and worked together so much
the researcher caught herself
telling the zebra prince's stories
as though they were her own.
When Ellen the geneticist in her plaid jacket spoke
she said, What's not to say?
The earth was fallow before we had our say.
Throw the transparent wrapper
of your disposable camera into the air
and take a photo of it falling:
One day we will breed the ultimate window.
January 27, 2010
January 25, 2010
Let be be finale of semen
Everything
helps everything else.
The prime directive is protective
of the seeming freshness
of the Alps
I’ve climbed a thousand times
with the help of tuna
packed in tins, oxygen in cans,
and sedatives
crouching nuns and hermits
harvest from the hills below,
bottling their feelings,
they serve
to preserve my hymen heart.
helps everything else.
The prime directive is protective
of the seeming freshness
of the Alps
I’ve climbed a thousand times
with the help of tuna
packed in tins, oxygen in cans,
and sedatives
crouching nuns and hermits
harvest from the hills below,
bottling their feelings,
they serve
to preserve my hymen heart.
January 24, 2010
Show me a man
Show me a man without a hand reaching
for the cookie jar, and I’ll show you a man
who reached for the ninja’s jar twice;
trading two fine hands for stumps.
Desire, the grandfather of dissatisfaction.
January 22, 2010
Buffalo Solder
Red Red Sonja, you make me feel so bologna
yet above you.
Wear a glove
when you wake me
so I can watch you go-go.
I know the secretions that you seep
while you're flopping in the street;
Uncontainable
that's what you are, Love.
Love is a cattlefield
and I'm hungry like a dwarf
level five, with full charisma and a Stratocaster.
yet above you.
Wear a glove
when you wake me
so I can watch you go-go.
I know the secretions that you seep
while you're flopping in the street;
Uncontainable
that's what you are, Love.
Love is a cattlefield
and I'm hungry like a dwarf
level five, with full charisma and a Stratocaster.
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