Saturday, July 29, 2006
How do we know we're alone,
when our bone in its radioactive greenness
can never quite compare
to the rare and the green?
when our bone in its radioactive greenness
can never quite compare
to the rare and the green?
Sunday, July 23, 2006
What if we all lived on the giant tongue of some other man, thinking ourselves autonomous, when in fact we're tastebuds on this celestial cosmic tongue of time?
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Blood in my cheeks makes them look green and healthy and nasty and effervescent.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Life is sullen and sits in the corner.
Friday, July 14, 2006
The grass above my grave
needs a shave from the sides of Mr. Cole
with his serial death and his trolls.
Maybe I just found my skull inside my head;
and on the way to eternal perfection
people tend not to make too much fuss
of a liver inside of us.
But we know where we go
when the bile needs somewhere to flow.
needs a shave from the sides of Mr. Cole
with his serial death and his trolls.
Maybe I just found my skull inside my head;
and on the way to eternal perfection
people tend not to make too much fuss
of a liver inside of us.
But we know where we go
when the bile needs somewhere to flow.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
While I'm dying of birth,
I don't feel any earth
trying hard to feel my skin...
And in this state of mirth,
birth keeps tryin' to push me back in,
like some kind of heron heralding the earth and all the mud pies.
I don't feel any earth
trying hard to feel my skin...
And in this state of mirth,
birth keeps tryin' to push me back in,
like some kind of heron heralding the earth and all the mud pies.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
It seems to me that Shakespeare
Is gettin' sort of domestic and crazy with King Lear--
Lear's just a spearfish-happy, trigger-happy man
Down the sands of Bahama-Bohemian lifestyles.
Is gettin' sort of domestic and crazy with King Lear--
Lear's just a spearfish-happy, trigger-happy man
Down the sands of Bahama-Bohemian lifestyles.
