Thursday, October 29, 2009
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
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
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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
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
Monday, October 26, 2009
inside this crazy
two webs
dot org, dot com
kind of like finding home
on a pinhead's back tucked inside
steel silk
dot org, dot com
kind of like finding home
on a pinhead's back tucked inside
steel silk
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