thanks for the memries

let's make more

the last christmas eve of the decade issue

windows
crayons


in my heart
the choir members
are rats melted like ash.

the on-
fire

glass



--t















Anonymous said...




strange time
in the backyard

so many birds
all black
pecking at snow

with the frenzy
of stars, reversing.
























o! sarah!

our doe eyed beauty
when will you go cougar?














sensualist
betoken of dirt
flower singer
pale dark
heart










sudden splashes of grace

I move far when she stands
afraid my awkward walk will drift into her sudden splashes of grace

-Dan Flore



back of your neck
upswept fingers
sunshaft late
afternoon, summer
brushing the hair
from my eyes






















-Twilight-

slinky tubular insect
taps
sullen lemon core

sheer blossom-quiver
under the marble sudden
of
sky























-December-



Is it only in dreams that we are lovers?

Emptiness thrusts itself into me
bright as lightning in
a pale sleep.

--tasha klein

















2 from dierdre





The Daughter Of Christmas

I never thought my love
would taste like black
bean soup
heated from a can
you refused
to eat

or that this is the third time I wiped out your hard drive

i only hoped to show you the value
of love
forgiving its self
but I realize it's
too cold
in every bedroom

& I ought to move the kitchen into it
or I may never surivie
living alone















Trying to hide the light under a bag of circles

watch steam whisps
rise from 2am, a cup - the world
seems black & red and white & grey and green
the broiler - my new home - the va
a section eight - voucher and holly jolly
work for a living I don't - please chance
give to another sleepless night
I rise, I rise
but not to the sun
or your moon
beam

I am lost somewhere in her tan

whispering touch me in my
pale trespass
she spins and the earth turns in her direction
she doesn't know it
God drips down
but only in things like manholes and mascara
she swears He's there in her eye shadows
pink explosion
while part of her wishes He was gone

she's watching the roar of revelation
in some sphere beyond sweat and sea,
she talks and everyone listens but her
I move far when she stands
afraid my awkward walk will drift into her sudden splashes of grace

-Dan Flore

old subs

thanks for the poems.

i won't tell em your name

unless you leave it with me...





from the journal of favorite poets:



Anonymous said...


















i will

delete

my

identity



























sorrow


i have
re: us, used up
all my good memories
you have the rest of them, give them
back, please



















OK ~

pumpkin pie

shake

full flavor

quantum mechanical

how's that for love?
























fish food



i tried a haiku,
but the koi let it fall
to the bottom of the pond.

















it's beautiful

and it fits

together,

precious twilight
























Tasha Klein


Let Me Slide..

into
this
silken production
called:
dreams










































redrodorder333



i'd've rather just been told not lied to bad. urgent bent over back to get brian to work in ur brown sweat pants and not even a dirty thong did u put on and left early when the time changed judging deliberately by the kitchen clock to steal some precious moments rockin in the car before they was pickin him up to take him off to work.


if u don't like it
when u find ur gettin
treated like a slut ya
ought not act like one,,,




















2x Llynze



justice
comes behind crime
patters about thugs, packs
retrubution on unblanced
scales, smiles








galileo's finger



i keep you trapped
in gilded glass, your fingerprints
search for the sun.

i guide you down a side street
up a culvert, over gentle mounds
my lips come:

the songs of sirens

where you lose your flesh like all mortals.

fortuna favet fortibus.

your bones carry
the secrets of stars.

brush them
against my skin.

please

post more. send your friends.

gray skies, purty leaves

end of the line

lagging
again she's last
loosing herself in light
her pinafore soft, bright. dream time
dawdling.

anonymous































2 by tasha


!!!!!

pass the muenster, saltines,
del monte sweet chips &
the black crack!







inside the hollow earth:

the purple spores (the sit-in group)
drink tea, turn leaves with
their voices




tasha






















what a coincidence

it's the same number as art bell's experiment

the one that failed to heal mckenna's brain cancer

hector the crow




















Cobras

I love new-fashioned whores:
Men swollen with sperm,
who span excited skin,
hover above victim,
stage hood winks,
ruler-sized beds,
vacuum pumps,
Viagra kings.


sarah

keep posting!

full of grace

tattoo luv


two pastel colored flying horses having sex while smoking pot in front of a rainbow like something out of an "adults only" version of Candyland.

here




Drifting

In a deep trance,
the cognizant iguana emerges
out of geico


--anonymous













-nod to the death dwarf-


wilhelmina -
of fucked up people

where are the mottled sketches

of your skinny

the wire necklace

slung around your ass


tasha klein



























falls

the light falls like water
your hair is drenched with it




Ring

Seamless script
burns in fire
around your finger,

the legend
of my love




burning moon































On windy nights snowball bush blossoms,
drifts like snow. At first light I walked out,
and stood in it barefoot. The cold feet
of a dead mind. I hugged my razor
in my nighty pocket.


sarah wilson

wow, thanks

tuesday's poems

take a break

it can't be that important

anonymous




the lines
buzz with secrets
clouds break dance thru the sky
another morning fraught, begins
in print


lynze



Chopped gini, are you talkin2me’ type of gesture, an
Environment, in which the terse and skitter, of this
Air, tetchy, torchy; sometimes torpedo-configured;
More often, calm and in good humour. Once in a
While forced back into incoherence.


anonymous



how i test my faith
as i
rest in the strength of your arms

do you feel safe /

& again /
i let you run your fingers thru my hair



finchy



the best things happened
on the now-flooded floors
of the space colony

hector the crow
http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203368170980544707

inside this crazy

two webs
dot org, dot com
kind of like finding home
on a pinhead's back tucked inside
steel silk