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