River
thank you, for being
the river where poetry floats,
and bobs its way to life.
Nibble
silence comes after
we nibble on
peanut butter sandwiches
Conversation
Please, don't go!
it's too late; I don't
want to trip over you.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
whatever
you say
"there were
plenty of people
there last night"
I say
"plenty of people?
thats intense..."
you look
happy
content
her giant picture
invades space.
like the
heavy early morning
pollution
that hasn't been
burnt
by the sun
or evaporated,
gone.
"But
what kind of
people?"
you say
"artists, designers,
beautiful people, people that matter,
because they're famous
and they make money."
"she's an artist.
they way she walks, talks and
drinks red wine. It stains her teeth.
She is vampire-like in her hunger.
the way she craves his blood
like she needs it to survive."
he's in to
getting his blood sucked
his money stolen
she consumes him.
"there were
plenty of people
there last night"
I say
"plenty of people?
thats intense..."
you look
happy
content
her giant picture
invades space.
like the
heavy early morning
pollution
that hasn't been
burnt
by the sun
or evaporated,
gone.
"But
what kind of
people?"
you say
"artists, designers,
beautiful people, people that matter,
because they're famous
and they make money."
"she's an artist.
they way she walks, talks and
drinks red wine. It stains her teeth.
She is vampire-like in her hunger.
the way she craves his blood
like she needs it to survive."
he's in to
getting his blood sucked
his money stolen
she consumes him.
oh, catapult baby
"yes baby
ill build it
ill BUILD it!"
For Mah Quiby.
oh
yeah, bebe money
my bebe-monhey
tastes like
de hunny
of de cows
when they go
funny
on farms
so sunny.
mah bebeh
likes to
go
uh, ohhhhh
when he goes
ohhhh, uh
on dah street
in dah middie
of the sizzlin'
morn'
on the tip of
de tongue
mah bebe
go
uh, ohhhhh
and I gots
to know
he'z
all mine
cauz
my bebeh
go OHHH, uh
ill build it
ill BUILD it!"
For Mah Quiby.
oh
yeah, bebe money
my bebe-monhey
tastes like
de hunny
of de cows
when they go
funny
on farms
so sunny.
mah bebeh
likes to
go
uh, ohhhhh
when he goes
ohhhh, uh
on dah street
in dah middie
of the sizzlin'
morn'
on the tip of
de tongue
mah bebe
go
uh, ohhhhh
and I gots
to know
he'z
all mine
cauz
my bebeh
go OHHH, uh
Thursday, September 4, 2008
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