Sep 1, 2013
Aug 23, 2013
this twibble of tweet, timber of sweet!
the sun is
rising
my terror
a
dark
wall
of
blank pages
imagined sex
and yes
alas
platoons of
resignation
no more games of fire-trolley
at the Inn. just me
alone in my apartment
wearing too much make-up
and
eating
sour gummi worms and dry toast.
Oh! Co ez stare!
a board by bare, I burn
this ending
this rhino party
this twibble of tweet,
timber of sweet!
whimper of bleep
beggar fan and
thief
*
a trinket of stars
taped to us
trailing
into sleep
;;
play a song, do something
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 11, 2013
a new ancient dot-a-long
connected
with nothing
but
typefont
we enter a new ancient dot-a-long
lines
mapped out
by push-button fingers
poking
through dark holes:
a crazy diamond [wish you were here] hindsight
one third
of our thoughts
prodigiously [troublesome]
the sum of too many sinkings
in an ocean of arsenic solitude -
sea greed for generations beyond
our words:
tendrils
submerged
in waves of light
don't you see
I still
drown
to
find
a poem
about
a slim
flower
from
Atlantis
all metal
-headed
and
fishtail braids
sprung from the brine
[hypothetical]
with a smile
so calm
that it almost hurts
with nothing
but
typefont
we enter a new ancient dot-a-long
lines
mapped out
by push-button fingers
poking
through dark holes:
a crazy diamond [wish you were here] hindsight
one third
of our thoughts
prodigiously [troublesome]
the sum of too many sinkings
in an ocean of arsenic solitude -
sea greed for generations beyond
our words:
tendrils
submerged
in waves of light
don't you see
I still
drown
to
find
a poem
about
a slim
flower
from
Atlantis
all metal
-headed
and
fishtail braids
sprung from the brine
[hypothetical]
with a smile
so calm
that it almost hurts
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