Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Too bad I didn't write this:
A jinx of ink,
Lo the star!
All is chance,
Nothing planned -
Only the will
These words command
-Zapano, House of Leaves
Lo the star!
All is chance,
Nothing planned -
Only the will
These words command
-Zapano, House of Leaves
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Spin Cycle
I've lost my belief
in dry cleaning
like it's a mythical thing
like it's the tooth fairy
it all depends on
how many clothes i ruin
in dry cleaning
like it's a mythical thing
like it's the tooth fairy
it all depends on
how many clothes i ruin
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Sauced Chef
We were cooking
Always
watching Plantsie of the key limes
barren
A beautiful chunk of Romano
crumbling
Piles eudora, heaping:
peas, beets, tomatillos resting in papery shells
they climbed the rotting garden wall all summer
Attempts for Telly to interfere
thwarted, marital
but after so much planning he could create
syrups now
reductions
sauces
his favorite: sauces
I think don't give up. Don't give up.
in my opinion
what he Googled wasn't as good
Always
watching Plantsie of the key limes
barren
A beautiful chunk of Romano
crumbling
Piles eudora, heaping:
peas, beets, tomatillos resting in papery shells
they climbed the rotting garden wall all summer
Attempts for Telly to interfere
thwarted, marital
but after so much planning he could create
syrups now
reductions
sauces
his favorite: sauces
I think don't give up. Don't give up.
in my opinion
what he Googled wasn't as good
Labels:
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The Sauced Chef
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Deaf
Vying for space with no mud
slap down a micro fiber sleeping bag
very well, mash it into the ground
ponder a long adulthood of 30 years
lounge with campers who can't hear
a chunk a nobel peace prize around my neck
max out the philanthropy ye hopeful
instead of a ski trip, a cancun spring break
a holiday
this is mine
come to fruition oh butcher of leeches
oh child of hurtful exclusion
we mused over the error of assuming dull wit
biking through the forests they move
with nite gloss, their eyes sharper
only 4 senses
watch out for that tree,
Chief Muhammad Algonquin of the Knoll
i am your valet for these weeks
let your bony child's hands
hem the holes in my heart
Survive for Eve
Jug tips back
as cowboy's thirst burns
many spasms roll through body
lips zap with touch of liquid
path and thoughts were guided
by opinionated sergeant's corpse
unknowingly vex the path ahead
with nostalgic wistful inattention
to ascension through the canyon
while he thinks only of
his pin-up, Eve Chrysler
imagines they meet at brunch
the ok corral is just as distant
innumerable miles away
she lies unbuttoned
Oct. 29, 09
as cowboy's thirst burns
many spasms roll through body
lips zap with touch of liquid
path and thoughts were guided
by opinionated sergeant's corpse
unknowingly vex the path ahead
with nostalgic wistful inattention
to ascension through the canyon
while he thinks only of
his pin-up, Eve Chrysler
imagines they meet at brunch
the ok corral is just as distant
innumerable miles away
she lies unbuttoned
Oct. 29, 09
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