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You Will Wait for the Rest of Your Lifeo wishes, o fruitless sic ascension and sawed rope: god is the shoe that stays on in the rain.
"Why does my cat constantly lick its leg to get Nazis removed?"
Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday, 26 April 2006 | 14:55
Wednesday, 26 April 2006
You've already watched it. If you haven't, you have, because it already exists at your pleasure nucleus. So watch it to instigate that nucleus. Kasey does this theatre-boy proud, yessuh.Yeeeeeeeeuh boi.
get hot things from the oven
Penulis : Unknown on Monday, 24 April 2006 | 12:36
Monday, 24 April 2006
New Voxtrot songs in the blogosphere. This is a safe band that will not increase your cultural vocabulary or turn your heart to pencil shavings. Their lyrics are pop psychology for Saturday morning. But they bounce, friends, they bounce and hum and sing choruses with steamy I-III hooks.t-sidesRock
Waking up in a drawer where someone has spilled a bag of M&Ms
Penulis : Unknown on Saturday, 22 April 2006 | 23:11
Saturday, 22 April 2006
One More for the Sunday CabHome is where you don't own the right-of-way.I stole my cues from all the pretty songs --but friends will handle you like a board game,a novelty for rusty afternoons.My thrift store cowboy shirt balled in a taco bag,a song like go on, come on, hide from the shade.Home: I'
Half dreams like creamsicles under your fingernails
Penulis : Unknown on Friday, 21 April 2006 | 12:31
Friday, 21 April 2006
Friday lies the day of jubilees. I am not in New York, but one of my favorite professors is. He has a soul patch. Does he doubt the idea of a soul? That's a private concern. Too heavy for a day that smells like sneaky rain.Last night, cold and attempting to fall asleep, I felt strange and happy, li
The Oregon Poet Laureate
Penulis : Unknown on Tuesday, 18 April 2006 | 21:30
Tuesday, 18 April 2006
He's a nice guy, but he's making us write haikus. For Christ's sake. Somebody's gonna Google this and slap me for disrespecting my elders and betters. But dude: haikus. These aren't haikus, senryus or tankas in any serious history of those forms, except in Basho's mundane advice to circumvent the r
Sun came through like an overdriven G chord
Penulis : Unknown on Monday, 17 April 2006 | 16:02
Monday, 17 April 2006
If the sonnets of the Weakerthans confuse you, listen to the summerlust glory of Hanalei. This makes it sound like I don't actually like them, but I do, I do. They're somewhere between The Postal Service and The Weakerthans, like custard is somewhere between pie and cake. Except for a few songs, li
I have poor taste in subject matter
Monday, 17 April 2006
I have disallowed myself to write any new poems until everyone in the multiverse reads all of my old and as-yet-unpublished bunkum.Superduper Very Lots(she'll get over it if I change the subject)Tyle dryhumps an obelisk of Michelobs,smeared with door light from Beale's fridge,but no one will call h
Penulis : Unknown on Thursday, 13 April 2006 | 00:46
Thursday, 13 April 2006
Up to Bat Against It AllWe shall sully forth to stare at carpets and wet wrists.Note: that line requires an English accent.So, instead, I took her to see a whale eat itself.He used capital letters and spectacle cheese.Afterwards, naked, her ear acquired expectationsheavy as "do you like my mother's
What is this strange land of fruit and fruit related shillings?
Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday, 12 April 2006 | 02:06
Wednesday, 12 April 2006
I like the conversation and love of poets pushing poetry into pOeTrEEE or other new forms thereof.But I seem to write and craft poems everyone could (rightly?) call mundane and SoQish and full of hatred for the Grander Experiments.I don't understand it. Somebody remedy or shoot me. Or tell me to g
Bill Knot makes me smile.
Penulis : Unknown on Tuesday, 11 April 2006 | 13:37
Tuesday, 11 April 2006
The title of the post and the title of the poem both reflect my California birth.You Are All My Friendssuite of short poemsISmoking cloves is like smokingChristmas, but for your lungs,like that bad Decemberwhere your parents shake.IISeveral million tricyclesby yellow apartments,cinderblocks, a town
Penulis : Unknown on Saturday, 8 April 2006 | 21:46
Saturday, 8 April 2006
Sad Endings are Unreasonable~~Mike and BryanYou moved to a bathtub near Fort Braggafter I sent someone to inspect your bed.Certain trends allow my lack of an apology.But here I am, saving the best and last.They have outlawed conversations.I refuse to bow to swagger, and sag.I hear your arm operatin
Penulis : Unknown on Friday, 7 April 2006 | 16:18
Friday, 7 April 2006
Thinking the Face into MarsI stutter through millions to name you.People keep leaving their shopping carts.None of this rain is actually sad.That street kitten will never drown,because you are off for a motelin a town that is only yoursif the factory fingers own the shoe.Do not bring tape measures
I'm not a judge of suitable
Penulis : Unknown on Monday, 3 April 2006 | 21:58
Monday, 3 April 2006
from http://mike.noojournal.comSeveral Years Since Darin Quit SmokingWe shush out after dinner to put gasin the old Ranger for next week's trip.Candy bars -- but they wreck my stomach.Who keeps at this amazing Christmascrud. Electric icicles, dancing candles?Santa inflates and someone whistles,whic
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