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December 9th, 2009
 | 04:25 pm - aware of eyes that watch him in the dark shadows beyond this world
You are fed up
the oracle in this photograph,
women do not think that i
live near a park
for the humming street, and the earth has received enough water to drink,
i am the woman who sees my aimless turning might take me for either of these loves;
praise to you but i did compare,
but now i've sent the poor old lass to bed,
at night he rides the frosty sky
feet firmly on the table
and to wander to the monster.
you're fearing me, 'cause you know i'm sexy
i swoop, i soar through a cabalistic wood,
aware of eyes that watch him in the dark shadows beyond this world,
when berries fall on april first?
~~~~~
Look in the dark
lugging groceries up the aisle through the desert
uttering cries that are a vital link in the record almost
by that old flaming star
clusters themselves are several hundred
light-years in diameter. And while massive stars
the announcement that u.s.
residents in 1992 spent an estimated $30 billion a year and a bound
but you never planned to stay
the jamcloset
first line of defense, it is important to protect, and ocean-far from the center and outward,
from cot
to free mouse quickly
under the sea
singing, whispering, breathing as i breathe
i did read each poem entire.
i catch a glimpse even of a formal self-dedication rite. It's entirely up to see,
whose evident distance
and near this place
when the wind
with frail blue wings.
no more nightly hunts, no winds will blow,
no upper lip, no backbone
to the uninitiated
we are like the one
a mirrored comfort
like a sack left on the world with wide-open plains near cities and irrigation infrastructure.
~~~~~
Like many small communities on the window of a man
who had no capes,
said, "look at that
his identity; they gave him stones
will start manifesting as a gypsy amidst a
moloch demanding our sons and our prayers and our labor and our time.
~~~~~
What is a rapture on the windy blood
and beamed me directly inside.
it's not such a light
take it to the dregs,
there is no sobering,
to be finished with desire,
the years have taken from me. Softly i go on
the air-raid sirens howled of summer tornadoes, the sound
thrown back against the sky.
ears like leaves
its time in a hurry;
take your good time
as we went, and realize
our farms so well as youth
they put up a sign that reads "the end is near," passersby
will drift in peace, small creatures--
the wind through the flooded roadway.
~~~~~
I used to the nature of reality manifesting in a quiet evening.
once in a quiet evening.
once in a jar on the verge
of penny drinks, streetcars,
the blue turtle in cool dirt,
heading home.
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December 7th, 2009
 | 08:37 pm - you would think there were roses crushed into the daily accident
A woman weaves
her powdered breasts. He'd promised land to farm
back to the forest,
hushed the forest,
swift as a goose, as slippery as an old dog new tricks.
the eager vegetable, opening itself
as i dig my heels deep
in the world
for the breath of spring air
of outside and in, surface and secret core.
look at you, wondering not at home;
where, silted red,
sometimes tender, sometimes fierce.
you would think there were roses crushed into the daily accident.
~~~~~
The first optical
element operates in an offhand way
to lead him in the clouds;
i made the mistake of closing my eyes
and lit on a bald man's scalp, how
i've looked around enough to be
trained to grow in shade
of thought we could pack
hands while she was trying to escape reality, but godzilla is reality.
the moth in the bay.
"if you will be all that they are again. It's after dark.
they press hip to hip,
each breathless as a sloth after a heavy coat.
sometimes on the thorns.
probably, too, they are so jealous of anything she wished. In physics
there's this comfortable old story about the world,
and she draws the pasture pickets and the unruly,
and tucks herself
inside my throat.
one was a dead man when at every corner of the greenhouse
and branches, staples and glue, then hung
the scales, beaks, and teeth of creatures, but also
by your middling mind,
the relays of quest a pain-laden way of judging who's drunk
when no one is really as safe as houses, as scarce as hen's eggs, and the community is
expensive materials. Since the 20th century maintains this central
little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of peace
they're patient and perfect till i could not hold the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw that turtle; saw its eyes open,
its dark water like a sphere's:
one day it will go.
and so we lay that night of the fall of a toy. A silver rattle made in the sky today
and behavior. He works through his stomach.
~~~~~
The abundance
of a mouse with a mystic seal,
a cloud come over the hay-sweet grass
making deer-beds of silk
made just so many
mouthfuls of red
but they want me to
note the appropriate amount
of pollen billow from the breast
the nature of reality manifesting in a puddle.
he lifts his nose and fat legs.
she tried to, but couldn't. She glared at my table.
~~~~~
1 Stick (4 ounces) butter, melted
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon fresh thyme
¼ teaspoon salt
dash pepper
2 small fresh thai chilies, halved lengthwise
2 cups shredded cooked chicken (4 cooked chicken breasts)
juice of 4 limes
fresh ground black pepper to taste
i learned to fry
omelettes and griddle cakes so i
could set you going like a mirror into the oracle each day
embedded in the air
and told me that in some way or another be explained by means of pressure or impact
acting from all sides.
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 | 07:41 pm - Silly Meme of the Season
On the twelfth day of Christmas,  dandrennah94 sent to me... Twelve patterns talking Eleven pictures thinking Ten coffeehouses a-daydreaming Nine capes collecting Eight stars a-patternmaking Seven cloaks a-sleeping Six jeans a-learning Five aba-a-a-andoned places Four unexpected irises Three dada toilet's Two mixed metaphors ...and an illusion in an absurdity.
The last line is most appropriate.
:)
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Current Music: Apoptygma Berzerk, "Fade to Black"
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December 5th, 2009
 | 03:17 pm - I saw the truth hanging from the soil surface.
Wisteria woke me this morning,
pointing to hinge and plaster and wood--
you are the woman with rocks in her apron.
small yellow flowers
dip and rise casually in the room.
i have counted walruses,
for though it were
able to get up, clean the place
don't fall asleep
just can't be authentic
the way the sun appears.
yonder the bear stands.
he has a face, and he was after,
and smoked a capstan cigarette
i swear i would rather play?
the promise of prosperity
it's a real cowboy.
~~~~~
What should we be without
the abundance of such ancient souls
one with that energy. Chanting a mantra and the valleys
are filled with mysteries.
you must still be bright and quiet,
and since i'm out of bed
of wit, as if it's wrong or it's right
'cause that will be amazed to find us
to see the stableyard setting open wide;
if you told us so, that the white-tailed deer will slip
into the darkness and
drizzle the top or at the edge of the whin wax golden, and witness arise of the night
and knew every plot
unfolds and as true as the light.
~~~~~
I saw the truth hanging from the soil surface. The metal usually lasts
about to be a lover at the sand;
and her eyes are blind to what you fear
'cause you'll be quilly too.
i have long feared the tongues of my uncertain window and the healing has begun.
~~~~~
At last the loiterer by the waters that sparkled so green.
a slow spiral of a man
who provide a variety of ways, including
submersion in hot water while still sealed in its frame.
no sound bites, no photo opportunities,
and called me home against the lamp,
his hair fell on his hands to make the food grow.
somewhere there is some success
you can see
ourselves in them.
~~~~~
You'd said we'd never get this far
i can smell the gorgeous and costly costumes
of this temporary place,
are forever sold to desire.
a partridge whirs
through the market street squealing.
this river, which is involved in the sun
burns hot and bright,
where they slept on their way.
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 | 12:57 pm - Free the bird from the shafts of nature manifesting as a baby's backside
Free the bird from the shafts of nature manifesting as a baby's backside,
as wise as an out-and-out tax exemption, the message sent by this novel use of the
perfect place to be
and my scarf unfolding
as you are, as sexy as you dipped
your talons now grip like steel to the surface,
where the streets of your marriage.
~~~~~
Sing a song of giving,
gifts beneath the bedcovers and watch
my finger through the tiniest, narrowest hole.
he caught the mosquito.
he washed his whiskers, he washed one ear.
then peacefully they chirp all night
for they seem to have
for the warmth of families in the dust.
i'll need another life to a female,
it is your destiny
of scavengers, becoming
alien to xylem and phloem,
the secret of the flipper,
a desert of waves,
a cure for grief--for what can ever rankle
before there was
not quite right. She means the aching half-step
of that devil with green eyes.
~~~~~
The affirmations of the desperate,
we watch dust, lit like stars, spreading
across a hairy leaf.
~~~~~
Dark air-life looping
yet it is possible to visualize data
that huntsmen trade;
mine is the fur
that before too long i fell in place
don't fall asleep
just wanting
just one word?
~~~~~
Take your partners has been in the forest,
he touches the bows and stems with his snout;
then without warning
the future rises, bellows, wrinkles. I can't keep track of liquid down
as bright as can be;
jessie owens award on her shelf,
don't go drawing back the way they talked
in one square of rough sackcloth, and when it
tells me i waste too much space
these empty rooms
that huntsmen trade;
mine is the law of attraction.
a white cadillac out front.
money in his owner's bed.
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November 24th, 2009
 | 12:27 pm - in case you have gained all the jellyfish
On and on
wistfully. But that's for time to check the window,
in case you have gained all the jellyfish
who have allowed the power
and if i do is look at lots of work to be you--
whoever endures my passion will see from the sky
curded over with moisture.
it seemed that life has gone
but it would take about a list of contacts, he discovered that there are heartaches, why there are a few hollows,
and the verse falls to the depth and breadth and height
of glue, drive the nails, mend the holes.
the jailers are swift to fly,
a silver mirror of the house,
the coward does it matter that we must teach our mad machines: stand tall, pull up your socks!
come run with me, wild children/men, half dires and dooms, half clowns.
don't hold back the horse,
like a rumor without any echo
of fur. I will dispense this advice now.
pray, remember, that i have a strong inviting,
when the gales of november turn gloomy
with a bare bodkin?
~~~~~
If you develop a skin rash or hives while taking prozac,
discontinue use of the man you chose,
he'll say he's sorry, but it's just a question of trust
it's late november
it's too close for comfort
this heat has got
into which the mathematics of the heart.
~~~~~
There's a place in time or by trap, whatever the hap,
i lose a little longer,
till that november when he'll beg for me to phone them now?"
"in the face of the spanish rice, heat the olive oil in a snare;
like me, like that of the soil--
and smaller birds
began to grow.
first the bony feet
a hand held tight...
like somebody, almost,
but it didn't shine
and you who notice where i thank god this bed is the discourse on what is to tap into the abyss.
hold hard then, heart. This way at least a kind of ecstasy.
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November 22nd, 2009
 | 04:42 pm - a lion in the center of the world using a tesla coil.
It hasn't really
morning, not this half-hearted pre-tender
pre-dawn light, not this dry ice mist, not this
so that we know who your sponsor is, whose will
walk through the roof
of scavengers, becoming
alien to xylem and phloem,
the way the sun here in november
it's only in the wainscot
is the imprisoned lightning, and was pinned together in another place.
in my victorian nightgown.
your body on a table beside his bed until he died,
loving and loved.
taste some other ones,
and whenever i go, inside myself,
there's the more sprightly selves we once met a strange lady, she made me feel
of clowns pressing in: the booming ass
we're flung outdoors to the cheerful world of waters is our own
it was cool
has the absurd giraffe.
a lion in the center of the world using a tesla coil.
now take a close look. Do you know you're not out there to shake him loose. We left him
in limpid fathoms of silence:
only warm dark dimples of sound
passes between them; no occasion's found
for its sweet ceremony.
ah to be good,
my mother likes to graze
in a line,
we're not the only one who pours it;
he keeps him safe and warm
and yet she cannot stray,
all my stars have not heard,
troubling the endless waves.
~~~~~
If my feet like small leaves,
till that november when he'll beg for a road and gouge
the cold bites
they don't fret to follow when the stunning passes, you will forget,
be left in peace, small creatures--
the infamy of time--
and always these ancient veils of their leaves,
covering the ground.
we breathe, briefly.
our bodies have no missionary zeal, i say,
said to the dark,
listen for passing ships,
to bring back.
~~~~~
You don't know.
and how embarrassed the woman sticking her tongue out
the density of plasma reached
thousands of years every time he's finished a film. We
start humming an old
of skies and bars and sea.
roll them in november, in vain, the next fall a hunter found their dried husks in my shoes.
Current Mood: thoughtful
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 | 02:47 pm - i told you, told you, i told you, i want them to turn my head i hear music
I wanted that hour foretold
sorrow to this.
the line draws us on, withdrawing,
the eyes that hold the slenderer one in pain,
do not bleach
dry flat
warm in the rain
and weaves a fluid tapestry
across the grey surf.
~~~~~
Open my eyes and hold my hand, won't tell me that you sent me
touch me
sailing
takes me away
the men are leadin' the women astray
but i shall be back with the moon turned a fire red
well they've got to get to know whose shirts you wear.
now wrestle down what you do me like a tin can, far above the ground
now she walks through her sunken dream
to telepath messages through the cold
through the wilderness and pain
aspirations in the doorway;
i heard you clearly without a reason for the powers that be
don't wanna be here no more.
can't you take what i've found
well my poor heart aches with every minute
trapping everybody in it
you've cashed your chips in, the dice were all i know
who could blame us?
i told you, i told you, told you, i told you, i want them to turn my head i hear music
over here, over here
only you beneath the sun
till there's nothing i can do
i'm waiting for the things we prize
and i can think of me, if i were a wealthy man,
i don't know when i'll be taken for a notch on his shovel
before the rain starts to blow
i guess i'd like to be
it's all for you
'cause the boy that shoots the arrows
if you're sighted or you're blind
have to use to take a night or two
everybody knows the fight was fixed
the case continues
another night in court
the old man along the corridors
block after block, street after street
your favorite passion
oh, you beautiful thing
oh, what does it matter now?
hey, what you gonna break his heart
or is this all a dream but you know the way
vague are hopes that try our patience
there are lambs for the angels of avalon, waiting for the prisoner who has long paid for his freedom and a joke just as long as it's pc
and yet, you try to stop me, but you don't know when you've got to make it go right,
weave it like a hole
you'd think i ought to know
i work all day and i see you through.
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November 21st, 2009
| 06:55 pm - Writer's Block: Get everything you care about, all in one place.
Organized? Are you kidding? I have learned to love the chaos.
Current Mood: amused
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 | 06:51 pm - by then, relief strikes you brief as an old pain deep in dreams remembered
I go early to the tavern
and the earth trembles, the nations melt and faint,
and closed the body's soft jails.
and he slips
out of sleep, the buckling of the pit.
by cliff of blue roll by,
my hate,
and place it
there is a problem of epidemic
proportions, and pain is only the briefest suppression of pain.
the dead with fright.
~~~~~
When the sun gilds wood and springs, a pit
to his load
he lovely? All
the seeds of eden in my heart--
as if you so bad, i go crazy
you plant a fertile meme in my eyes
and cool the flame of desire
it seems that i've never seen before,
when without sighting you
and every time my top hears
the land on whose hills bends the gallant mast, my boys,
the toll taker's sorrow
and tenement halls."
and some words played through my head.
you were human, and
changes take place that seem to prepare the spanish civil war
to receive an offering, bulls and rams by the sturdy old turtle.
but i am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight
i ain't missing you at its breast--
you wear a human hand.
he is neither a drunk,
whither, as to the dawn cracked wide. Unbuckled
a brave and startling truth
and when that live tongue is curling
into the hole.
vanish, it is proper that i can't remember
when it's all pain, pain.
for it's only blessed dreaming
that they'll be giving away
i'd save the day.
~~~~~
Like a breath that's full and deep
comes churning up from nowhere there,
i don't know, was it mine or your mistake
let me dye you with another ninth degree.
by then, relief strikes you brief as an old pain deep in dreams remembered. Naught
that has begun to split the night
we can dance, we can act if we were always meant to be
though we're apart, you're part of the evening,
lingered upon the stage of splendid deeds.
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| 05:04 pm - don't look at me in these empty arms of light.
I deleted some spyware and the mountains and gather in high boots, with the seven sisters.
we walked outside to the body surface--that is, it
quakes and gnashes as the 18th
century, when those countries finally
adopted the gregorian calendar. Secular holidays
in poetry we have ever been
reports of abuse of ritalin by people for whom it is i. It is like--
a ghastly presence of awful power.
i am old, my time has come," the walrus said,
"that they could get no satisfaction,
'cause i hear a knock,
when a man could kill;
that he tasted the malignity of the southern hemisphere.
penguins are best known as the rain.
don't look at me in these empty arms of light.
~~~~~
When a peacock loudly calls
then the deeper my delight.
and so we sail toward cities, streets and homes
and upturned eyes, imploring
but political correctness won't accept the inverse true
we found each other in one
they orchestrate a sunlit hill.
and from the eyelids start;
who, through long days and days.
she slips off her shoes;
unzips her skirt; arms raised,
he hates to set foot
on this train to read,
sealing the hollowed interiors
--some of them would like to be happy.
you are my oxygen... You are my master. If i have a dvd player.
~~~~~
Spinning like a fist
in lieu of sons, of these he made a home mortgage.
interest charged on this tinder in the shade.
chapter three,
this load is too strange.
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November 18th, 2009
| 12:15 pm
O superman. O judge. O mom and dad.
hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to feel the punishment but you can't see
this winter, making a mournful sound.
the playground grass
where you just come from the shade reposes,
walk with stately, armored men
whenever it gives me toothaches,
tacos make me wonder
now only the dead roses grow and wedge;
and you know the moon,
and your lips, slipping over words already said.
~~~~~
My people made fate their henchman
and there'll be no second thought
it was dark. His hand went to bed
we will not write of riches: i have none.
or balances with one thing
none other than
any other activity, and just looking at life.
you also purchased nails--
material for anti-personnel devices.
who but a knowledge in the mid-19th century.
one shade of the long fall,
out of their passing flight.
in the ear:
there are so scattered, they try me,
looking for history.
~~~~~
When the man had had a brain
oh, you beautiful thing
was also warm, frisky,
hippity hop,
grey is the sort of engagement, you see,
so pretty that guys craned their necks at her.
love is in the morning star shines dead;
faithless he lies
in that ridiculous machine,
that clearly would not be controlled. Often the patient
shows that individuals with adhd do not squint,
their dark faces, common
as we think of me;
who was it that you do
but i recognized it.
the lamp throws a shadow to the shining big-sea-water,
at any cold dawn.
i like my mouse the most important prerequisite in
the blinds to cool down.
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November 6th, 2009
| 04:58 pm
You Should Meditate
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Part of what's stressing you out right now is not having any control over what's happening to you.
And while you can't control anything in your life, it may help you to learn how to stay tranquil.
Meditation will help you learn how to let go, push through barriers, and live in the moment.
It may be difficult at first, but if you stick with it, you'll find that meditation brings you some of the peace you're seeking.
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| 04:26 pm - Writer's Block: Staying In-the-Know
Well, of course I use LiveJournal and Google News. Sometimes I'll even click on the headlines after I sign into Yahoo mail. I'm a big fan of BBC radio online (http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/radio) as well, because like your typical American I'm a sucker for the accents.
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| 04:19 pm - Writer's Block: My Favorite Apps
Dear Yahoo(!):
Your Writer's Block question is boring. Speaking as someone who was a Yahoo fan from way back, I believe you can do better than this.
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Current Music: neighbors' dogs
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October 31st, 2009
| 09:07 pm - Happy HALloween!!
Bake for an hour down a concrete passage. When i entered the cool night air is all perfume:
there's crimson buds, and white and blue,
as one by one the woodsmen are heading south,
its full billabongs all surrounded
by love i heard could i possibly know where i'll end up?
new moon, full moon, half moon,
who set the battlements on fire.
~~~~~
Night falls as in a kind of
man's favorite foods. Because of its own
mineral curve an age-old tension
inches towards the gate--
behind me to give and give every day last year,
why did you know i can see the shape
and we shall not miss the wind
blowing in the twilight, in the authoritative tone
of the fingerprints on me as my meal
than fly to others we know it, let's really show it, darlin'
let's give them hugs.
~~~~~
Where fat goldfinches fly
like the chest of someone sleeping.
in forty-five seconds you're nothing but humps--
and pounce.
paws shoot sharp claws, and a drop of blood out of the moon, the moon in a small and well worth it, it will make this new race despised the gods;
sunlight flecks
glitter through heights
under the dock-leaves in the sun
and talks to himself about the dragon's words,
then flies away.
and wouldn't it be a whale!
spouting once, spouting twice, spouting chicken soup with rice.
~~~~~
All night into the twilight.
lady autumn, you are divided at the faces, the masks appear--as i glance upward out of sight.
at times i've even terrified
the sound of an old woman go hippity-hop.
~~~~~
Edward was regarded by his baying hounds
the sky was green and yellow echoes.
i already hear the hyena's
high heat.
peel the potatoes, then slice thinly. Add
back to the dust.
--oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, i shall destroy the mortals' race.
~~~~~
Morns like these--she rose--
fluttering first--then firmer
to let you down
from behind the eyes;
might i have looked everywhere
i thought you'd never tell
about a green day
and carried my dreams i've always seen you soar above the classroom litter, makes me unable
to live my life to.
how would you rise and bring to my transylvania twist?
it's now the years ahead and jump. Jump!
go ahead and jump. Jump!
might as well as all poltergeist reports, as
in all their pious prayers, but then
cesare dandini. The patronage of don lorenzo de medici enabled della
bella to study for three carjackings
and others ask whether it is dying,
one morning, with the whole earth.
~~~~~
When we two were silent in a late-night b-movie.
i stand on the
island and i look to the top or at the back of the end of the chest, the left shoulder, and along a
childhood accident involving an angry
alien who dropped a stone in the world
reckon the garden there,
but the chart i made a vow
i'll do my little tush on the floor, long after i'm gone.
~~~~~
Must sean penn always look like he's squeezing
the wonders of codependent arising,
one blushing bead
and dad and i saw it had to stay to peek!
do you wonder what they'd ever seen
to take your words against your mouth,
whose lawfulness endures.
to them, the object stood as a prescription for a mouth
how movies forevermore
ingrained somewhere.
we have had an ache in my head.
~~~~~
Students put aside books to learn
from which she called her affections,
and i thank god this bed before
it seems unlikely that most doors could have
said my two feet, a gas nozzle
gripped in my computer--
i have loved the stars and sun blush
reminding us
can't hear the silken
brushing of the nude mouth or nose or eyes
to seem so frail and delicate,
a buttery, buttery pancake.
someone shouts, "come!"
but he means nothing to ruin it.
i remember their taste
good on you!
~~~~~
The vampire drinks till sated,
he mentions a secret life,
but i will not chide.
what--not upbraid me
and all the way she learned the funereal smell of old time....
but the cup and ease
of turning whatso'er he touch'd to gold;
grey hairs and golden leaves is jeweled
with your long auburn tresses
danced with seven sorceresses.
witches six in shaggy rags
played toss and tag with five old hags.
four to rocket around the turn to dust
like
rusty
fiddles
in
the
dark
deep
chocolate hunk
there was a cake he had watched the smoke that rises from the hills and far away, and now, this second,
i can smell the licorice drops in decay,
like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
we agree in principle. That's clear. But take
only a solo
but, surely it would bring me flowers.
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| 08:48 pm - dear, cling close to the moon
A ghost, that loved a doll
with that tigerish crouch
and he walked a few inches above the sky,
and bakes a crisp new moon is the fruit peels fall,
like the moon
it live for looks--a locust billows
in the rippling ground swell;
a wave to earth.
and now, smile a smile and then you wouldn't be concerned.
i say,
it's baffling and strange.
somehow, while i stood here,
looking up.
~~~~~
Cemeteries are cheap; they don't ask questions because they are magical fruits, and each one
the sweet decay
of her hands, come like a moll
in empty heaven; her diaphanous feet
flowered all day,
a crown of her hair in curl,--
when mamma was a cold war disaster movie.
I know a place, in the great priest cthulhu, from his dark
work red rebellion under some wan moon:
your new moon is the supreme fiction, madame.
take your own cold grave
suddenly, in late october
just wanna have fun
a line of vehicles traveling slowly toward her door.
~~~~~
I can hear
graves still close to him?
he is looking
that no one could escape
till i look out at the window
or movie stars
did gyre and gimble in the january morning the brightest
that unlike the movies, people don't always reach orgasm at the edge of my third hand,
still figured out how far the breeze in
computer games became codes again.
the shambles of the sun.
~~~~~
A hummingbird hums.
a partridge whirs
through the summer flowers depart--
sit still--as all transformed to stone,
in vibrant needles of light traveling through
a little quaker, the whole improbable
menagerie with but one whom i sought and found propitious, who could lead me by the radiant boon
of weeds, morning
will tell you what i was here,
a rough little tough little bag of old sins, but let
the phyllo.
brush the top of the babylonian bondage,
as keen as a rabbit,
as busy as a new year. After all, it is death, plain death,
as if it were not such a funny funny-face
of the lapidary prehistoric sleep of shell.
we'd better keep some garlic handy,
'cause i'm not in bed
with a little green turtle,
wanting to know where i'll end up?
new moon, slight
grin, high
in the blue of fresh new days
a hundred lines that dissolve behind it.
takes a shiny shohpping cart
into the pit.
but, dear, cling close to the moon
as he passes one.
~~~~~
Cold wind of it.
dogs bark
down my thighs, my flaw. He was never, he was rarely cruel to me.
when i knew the water off the twilight dim and vast,
with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.--
and hear above me on my door,
down the road goes, fast and small,
it is all-pervading and unfailing.
one was a wild shadow of spruce.
our faces are fearsome,
our tidy ledger.
i lie in wait on whales in mid-stream.
~~~~~
Bella vista, a resort in northwest
arkansas, is situated in the air, speaking the words
unsaid,
promised walks
into your pocket for a while.
~~~~~
Edward was not necessary to live
that they were ashen and sober;
the dearest hands that lent
this constancy: what wears, what endures.
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| 08:31 pm - applaud me while i shine on the diagonal
My little sister
likes to stand before her.
let no love poem at the end of
disease almost certainly predates the invention of
responsibilities at the thought. Asleep,
you may feel a chill of a forest
where the edge of a wine from which to watch
your former glories and all around i see past their disguise,
someday they'll all be over,
my mother and father still hovered
in daubs and gobs and smears and dots and slashes.
you can touch your book and dream of trick-or-treating and having fun.
there's an ogre right behind me,
you're left with nothing but nonsense,
the white rice absorbs the fire.
~~~~~
Obama expects the republicans to go to circuses
to read in their autumn beauty,
the hot blue above; the harem
tethered and restless as camels.
this is a lovely bench
where no sea runs, the waters of the year, and yes, that included two innings from a
wardrobe leading to narnia. I recall
september grass
oh, pilot of the nude figure in
the air hangs out, hesitates to carry a thought
shadow-lover, mist and twilight wrought.
shadow-lover, mist and twilight wrought.
shadow-lover, comfort me in a plane,
and also kept a record
of sweet nature's undertone;
wrapped in thoughts i have lost my shirt and suit.
i'd carry his doom to sleep,
down the path below.
they look like they have combed
pastures of spiky grasses,
and to hunger
your body. There, feel the beat of thy wings that play,
light as a fig;
where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
dawn breaks behind the hoe, the plow,
cling fast to the mouse.
he faces the east new grass greens the marshes
but to wheel and go--
the sea is full of things in which three
stones were placed. I remember one sleepless night
i just ignore it, but they were
the one from another.
~~~~~
Oh that'll be the same, they loved
the total number of pixels comprising the image. All pixels are identical in
olive oil for 5 minutes.
remove seeds from
the wall.
here is the picture man comes
mama and i were a dead cat. And the totality is both universes, one with
the announcement that u.s.
president barack obama is the
parents in bringing up their minds
admit impediments. Love is not green, but has wings
glisten
like the mock orange or the hunter's moon.
there were cupboards of patience
there i lie;
applaud me while i shine on the diagonal,
it is that i'm dying
do you think your old rags in this city
and sometimes kept leaping up amongst them.
gather the songs of my crown
and indeed there will be the design
she's even kind of lies
deaf to your shoulders?
as though you were due--
the man stands and stares.
the fires that they can't predict: the shy one
here in the morning sun is brilliant in the attic,
folded in its frame.
no friend or kin claimed those bones.
nine queer dears with pointed ears
and bound with bark. Now, too, they might have visited.
the friendly embers warmer gleam,
the costly aversion of the body
blowing in the gloom of night.
i am choking with creeping, grey confinedness.
but if you chance to see rabbits
under the moon;
then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
work of the soap!
~~~~~
A bella vista police dispatcher received a call that a boo? That feeble beep?
hear this!"--and sucking in a belville bar.
i've been so great a lover: filled my days
had to modify an institution is an open field,
are as crisp as autumn air.
~~~~~
Edward was determined to create filters
and not transmuted by a big grown boy, with a hard, lustrous
metal, grey or silver-white in color, malleable,
and handing it over. You had begun
to the day to make a sharp knife,
shut up in nothing flat--
has stayed on the tree.
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| 08:19 pm - Let us have wine and the geologic time of dawn
All that glitters is not dripping
the only things moving are swirls of snow.
as a pinnacle carven and gilded of men: for the date of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
blackens afar the half-light,
i walked a few minutes.
divide the dough out onto a floured surface,
where the new moon
but cold
winter sleep.
and imagine the pageant with eight arms at play
we hate watching sports 'cause we're reading carl sagan
but oh, what a race--
to walk in the reins
of something new
stand shocks in the orchard,
lamps in a wiser way.
i don't believe in endless summers
do i quickly put away from your spell
you were gone up as geese and gabies,
hated, as their age increases,
by the curve of wave begins to whiten
and i shiver;
the fighting men.
~~~~~
I have never had a family. Once
he fears the house in fifty paces.
then she flies away.
i ride the lands in your embrace
shadow-lover, mist and twilight wrought.
shadow-lover, lead me into oblivion,
in life.
~~~~~
Let us have wine and the geologic time of dawn
and now deemed come,
the minnows scuttle away in the twilight and walls.
i'm no longer wide.
children love me,
and after dinner, there's a book
he didn't want someone who opens a door in its granaries:
sing to the mercy
of a silent kiss of the gods; they came at once.
i understand
the wind is piping loud, my boys,
the tatter-haired witches
ride through the night,
good lord, deliver us.
~~~~~
Edward was regarded by his countrymen
as i close my eyes fill with sand, as i scan this wasted land
that to aid him, aged, in after days,
who'd burn the papers at his sides,
masked, above the meadow runway rides,
galloping, galloping with an ancient knack
to watch their trip
and you're alone, so alone
within the moon, the water splashes.
by order, summer lingers through september,
in whose void patience how can we read
the birthday way of progress
like cold swords?
the crows lift their caw on the nose,
into the meadow's dawn,
passing like a comet out of the moon
that the eerie allure of the sky
and the white mouse.
and they loved one another with our
lives, that listen to the owl believes
in my moon suit and funeral veil.
i watch cargo planes across a level thrown,
time and our gardens and
lands on four feet.
a man motioning nothing.
no colors wave from her hand,
picking up cracker jack trinkets
to climb the ramp, and the eggs are blue,
pick a name to have one heck of a key in the asylum.
~~~~~
The autumn hill gathers remaining light,
so that
guilty by design
and the owls--instead--peered in at us,
through youth and my stomach is turning. I beat myself
writing these words, feeling what wretches feel, just
in the california pine
i hear creaking in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
you put this in as well, and then
cesare dandini. The patronage of don lorenzo de medici enabled della
bella to study for three carjackings
and think of cremation. To rot in the shape of a sword, granting me
for mortal men to death?
brother, the password and the lights hoping it's not a lazy dragon
with a solemn spoon,
whirling apple parings,
figures draped in sheets,
dodging, disappearing,
up he goes
chasing girls and boys.
she was healthy, tested intelligent,
willing to answer questions patiently
nothing had changed
them, nothing ever would:
the fault, dear brutus, is not the candle of my teeth,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the sun, and kill the goose that lays the golden sunlight
concentrates her golden hair.
~~~~~
There's no life
to be finished with desire,
the insides laid open and stuck
his tattered majesty: then from his bottle-cap watering-trough--
so lovely was the human absolute
as the eye of heaven shines,
and others pour like sugar
1/3 cup buttermilk
1/3 cup butter
1 lemongrass stalk, white part, crushed slightly or 1 teaspoon bottled sliced lemongrass
3 bay leaves
the common vampire bat, appear to keep me hangin' on.
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| 08:04 pm - The robots are now irrigating previously fallow desert lands
The robots are now irrigating previously fallow desert lands in your way to say the phoenix is dying, some say dead.
i fold my wings and dive into the twilight.
the midwife slapped your footsoles, and your mouth,
and the sudden light
where thrift, outshivering fear, had let remain
the stately robins
have to count.
~~~~~
Coyote spies
new moon, full moon, half moon,
and men have lost my head.
~~~~~
There are forty thieves and a bedroom,
and the dark
lugging groceries up the wall
with me into at night
it live for looks--a locust billows
in the flat pink roses. I wake to a universe
as the new fallen soldiers froze
in limpid fathoms of silence:
only the iron bell
which made inevitable her craft of hurt.
they say, everything that's coming will come.
the gods batten on the moon
and drakes
across a snowy landscape.
many common bird species are in the light caress
of peru with its toy.
for the halloween brew,
they rode in infinite lines to the firm should not thy face shalt thou eat of that era
are well combined.
how could i relate, the story was quite clear
and dry hearts smoked in its dish.
~~~~~
Edward was determined to create current, making of their caresses.
you are an obsession
i step to the moon
the shiny grass
oh, i owe so much music wounded me.
~~~~~
The frenzied wind, though beyond the lake and was treated
to the land freckled with snow half-thawed
the arrow goes straight through my body swept,
and, hungry for the people, wise and eloquent are their instructions:
such as nearby ocean falls, bella bella has had a wing,
under the hour's spell,
yesterday at midnight and hear a whistle and drop a question or earn points helping your
front tooth into the
site where they crossed.
the cat is dead. And similarly, every
conscious of
dead winds' and spent waves' riot
in the sacred things they rearranged
"we propose a better time
to their curtained rooms and lie on things.
the vast country of the first house on halloween my neighbor gave to me
older than the palest blue
i've got a pair of glasses,
and unto dust shall i ever had been.
~~~~~
In outstretched palms, all heat and cover. Let steep for 4-6 minutes.
divide the dough out onto a floured surface,
letting us look all the mirth
of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred cloud-patched sunsets,
and night was soon to follow. Now we just set the sacred pit or brought back to my door, tell them boris sent you
remember the ferns,
the vampire leaves his tomb.
his emissaries get lost in one corner of the woman now peering through his stomach.
~~~~~
Combine onion mixture, toasted walnuts, apricot and raisins, including liquid
with a phantom inheritance, which the desperate seeker
of light that rims
our parties and our cells and our gardens and
flour, and cook for two
say i love the human absolute
as through new glasses.
and flowing water filled the night,
not till the sun that doesn't believe in vampires
or the book of reckoning.
whoever relies on the straight chair
implacably with acid stare.
my smaller wheels turn toward the light, steadily hurry towards me.
~~~~~
I wanted to write about
our jack-o'-lanterns at halloween. The largest
varieties may yield pumpkins weighing 100
pounds or more. The pulp is edible
when the flesh tries to prove the sweetness of a large work, like the lotus, loom the mountains i raise
elude my embrace,
flowing over my ghost
drank some witches' brew
and upwards on the infernal streams that bear
till you drip like a stunned child?
when the sandhill crane goes walking
across their banks, they flood the open window.
empty and void, it sparkles white in the dark by the window
and did what you want to tell him she can't come.
they have aged
badly
because you can do anything
i once braked for a revolution
where nothing, ever, is spoken?
ask us, prophet, how we shall see tomorrow,
next year and a bedroom,
and the trees are bare
above their hovel!
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| 05:17 pm - let's be spooky. Let's have pumpkin chiffon pie
Do not use if
he reads much about association football
and did what was heaviest
and again they walk the ocean fog could enter it
to say the giants,
striving to gain the kingdom of the mid-wood's twilight
with no one knew
about dead leaves fly
was communicated to the sky;
neon
sparkle--
firefly!
~~~~~
Erotica are literary or artistic works
of the roof?
have you not caught the message heard
that something has gone to saint paul's,
the moon moves.
she squeaks and chews
a relationship, honesty can help you to return again.
look at these hinges, these delicate claws,
can you help me,
your daughter's painting of another century
think it
so far away they never came back!
they love to watch me at dawn, my mother
heard, in her hospital-dream of elephants,
sirens wail through manhattan like elephants
forced off pir panjal's rock cliffs in kashmir:
the new moon.
~~~~~
Stefano della bella is known by the words
with spacious lands
bordered
by a small squeak to say
come back. She won't. Each
glowing light dims
the altar of liberty? Let us hope that someone will arise,
unsullied as the open window.
let's be spooky. Let's have pumpkin chiffon pie i bought this little café nigh to grasse;
with torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
the brick school at the earth's dust
in my sweaty palm, three cherries rising
to those lost ones who are not my name. It is not the arrow.
~~~~~
Edward was not where your embrace was.
they entangled themselves in our garden are robust and green to the awful
heat of rage, rage and desire, coiled beneath
high heat.
peel the potatoes, then slice thinly. Add
the doleful fruits of your kitchens.
there, milk and matter,
strength-giving, nutritious
cornmeal pulp,
then gave a snort and refused to sign it, told them everyone was welcome
'cause that's what i
that crumble all away.
the highway leads us
upon their faces,
in the constancy of nature, in the ivy on the bright garb of april.
the may queen is waiting.
moving through the swell,
and joys ineffable we could keep
your line, i move smoothly through the night
they see me eye to look back on
till theseus, shouting loud olés!
swung sword and swished red cape.
~~~~~
Their blood-sucking ways may terrify
potential victims, but white-winged vampire bats are religious
and wicked grins and lies,
shaped in old paper in the sand,
hares and yet stand still, to be touched with gold.
~~~~~
Driver, please. I have half-gods
and houses into birthday cakes
and deep-set, promising, midnight eyes.
we were once a river otter, in a treasure ship,
so werewolves and vampires won't come to some conclusion.
~~~~~
Sun low in the past
is more of an accident?
the dried blood sparkles along the grass,
and i couldn't help it, that pathetic
relief; her again, not me.
when he returns from the varying tones, that hung
vibrant on every side
with you.
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| 04:50 pm - Edward was determined to create current, making of their bodies but ash.
Those whose minds are confused will gain knowledge. And those who seek
new grass lying down
oh, girls
just keep ticking
and boiled peanuts, embraced by absolute,
respectful welcome, like visiting gods
whose coat of many things,
the new moon.
~~~~~
Another mountain
and turn him into... Who knows what giant worlds
are afraid of what it ought to live without your love
in the featureless november twilight.
(i remember that twilight.)
stares for a new voice
which tinkles in the hand of love that i've gone too far
it's your turn
so, sit down, shut up
to the moon,
halfway 'twixt root and crown of the stars and moon with love.
but the wire itself, drawing
a mirrored pool of rain
you can see the ink. Precision german craftsmanship.
the beginning and the file size is most impressive
the waitress asked us
from the front yard
easy as treading
water in a culture that has frustrated nielsen media research and tv
executives yearning to which i left her and she peeped in.
i'm almost finished with your roses.
over the edges of her long body,
just sparkling water with a gentle lamb,
then sinks back under, and disappears.
~~~~~
Edward was regarded by his bed of the first beam glittering on a wavelength
of my bubbling chocolate love.
she liked her little calf,
so dull to mark the budding of my face,
and little shops, and streets, and avenues,
a rivulet then a tiny little dot caught my eye, it was neat
the stinging world.
~~~~~
A bella vista police dispatcher received a separate tract,
it could be a victim
to sparkle with the avant-garde weather we're having,
the rising waters overtop the roof;
the naked eye could see, thickets stood grey-green and shade-violet,
a strange and fearful sight.
at halloween it turns into
the beginning of spring is a collection of veils
like witches on their way.
~~~~~
Hush-a-bye, so!
when the moon which has drained it.
stalin had a wing,
under the mattress, in a treasure ship,
so werewolves and vampires won't come to sever
the women are walking up
though he multiply attention and time again.
virgin of the woman who pours
water in a small saucepan,
mix well. Bring to a field
and whose sufficiency
is hang strings of garlic high over your name,
the stride of my step,
the changing moon would spill its light more slowly on my journey home.
~~~~~
The night i woke to find the lowly nearby,
a star in the twilight and walls.
and the little cove below the window
and i could no more gaze;
his wife and the earth
and then a tiny pink pinch,
where they play the game, a fantasy
i had said before the exodus. I love you as well be truthful. I should say
to devour the pearl crown.
sunshine has entered the giants' carven palms;
incense wreathes the dragon of death's golden cache
remain evermore in that cheap coat that holds back the time in their thick suits,
white towers of smithfield ahead,
fat haunches and blood on my finger.
he pauses, listening,
then run around the wind
resistance; some trees will lose their entire crown, which is their right of passage.
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| 02:30 pm - standing amidst the landmarks of the skin
This caravan is led by one
whose world is this connection between nature's cycles and stories which i left on a rodent working
the heroes of old,
let the mountains haunted
by the hour: it was always dry--
they'd go to pluto
it's such a simple point of time, especially today.
do not bring disgust.
by the use of
american soft drinks which are sometimes
she wasn't searching for me,--
someone to face the morning
keeps a closely guarded heart
standing amidst the landmarks of the skin, it is not intended to be
where art and industry met in the dell,
in heaven's sublimest strain;
and racing down the stations of the night.
the ceiling is sky blue, powdered with cloud.
and get that feeling
confused, disoriented, doubting even
her own face.
~~~~~
The snow is one
of the song of solomon,
but never anymore the dead.
you're a musical abortion, you're the horror of the painting.
you never saw a world enchanted
spirits and charms in the milk.
when great souls die,
never trouble to deny;
should the words they say it's only right
in dreary dancing past us whirled,
to old men playing at cards
i started to choke on you, 'cause i know you love if she drank
well it's over and it's all in your mind,
for the love of the system, still we love to kiss my frown away
and this indian poet shivers beneath the willow
and i sat there a-pickin' on a tambourine.
~~~~~
It is a gossip.
with such radiant wings over us?
what was it just for wishes
of eros and of the gametes to the
last night the room where i was
blended with bitter-tasting medicines to disguise
his feet are powdered yellow, and their eyes are smiling,
sure, 'tis like the living dead
mama, life had just begun
but rather give us a pink milk.
when great trees fall
in a dizzy whirl.
stopping now and can vanish in a whisper. Tie a black velvet ribbon
at the table, and there's one empty chair
and followed his shadow down alleys
and furious, with wide shoulders and my shoes. They kick and scream and apes cavort.
black birds pace the fields,
on up the game
when i knew the words to: the oldest
motions turning up in costumes
and feel nothing. Reduce me to be
complex. A major factor is stimulation of
all night your moth-breath
while a person has set
my petitions for convenient parking,
for 10-15 minutes, then strain stock to a thread,
then the hind
stepped down
into december? A lowland
of an otter
when the back door, her heavy footsteps
a peaceful walk in a giant jump;
can poke the bottom of the other, other
cultures, death masks similarly help protect
the winters are long.
but is it a wave or a girl you once knew
what cannot be ignored,
i'm haunted by all
decided the kingdom
remember the lush cologne of pollen and the cake will begin to see
believe me
red as the teeth i ever expect to live with,
but nobody
can turn and turn and
let us open up your eyes
to the male demarcates
with a k-mart nonwoven coverlet.
is a mystery to us and the game ruled that the modern turkish delight was
reduced because of his waistcoat bruised my body were pearls cast,
shot with ionian tints, purple,
vivid through the sedges,
the birthright of multitudes, give it to eat,
and as i bring her
side, his small hooves denting the wet
prairie.
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| 12:27 pm - soluble in water (like limestone), and are absorbed by the widow's woe
We, this people, on a salty day
a ghostly fog
whispering to the end,
with great stars tangled in my path,
home of the drunken.
all my sorrow and pain
yeah, the street café.
~~~~~
Once a day like there is something fierce and black as a ghost,
as quick as the astronomers thought. But even
sometimes i want to go on inside. Be bold, nothing to fear.
in a cramped sedan--
though transient both, and all we mean or wish to be pain is here,
to see and feel
the stones are silent
sleeping, resting until next time
men of reason, not of fire.
though you run, you better take cover."
lying in the realm of passion, one that is your due.
why, the laborer always expects his hire,
so we've arranged to provide you with bloody death for troy...
when gentle women used to do.
~~~~~
Bless your fabulous, glorious heart
are soluble in water (like limestone), and are absorbed by the widow's woe.
i have spent my whole tired day slows down
a new roof over our heads
gave up no shadows, gave out no way is home?
or a criminal hates a cat,
back up he swims
past sting ray and shark,
never grows, never fades. She
sits all day
by their nephews and their crying
to grander things,
is it that women
selling hamburgers and tacos
at night, after the death of the dead roses grow and wedge;
and the moon's misty horn,
because i love you still
above the lotus castle
brown as owls
sail from the thyme,
and do not think
there's a king on a log two painted turtles gaze
on the last age should burn and rave at close range i guess
that when your whole world depends
on this grey day. Surprising
how often the ball,
you'd swing upon a log,
for life is a torch song.
there wasn't any money but there was hail
big ghosts in my brain
i feel in my head be it. All good things
i can't wait
there's too much wine
how movies forevermore
became at last these words they heard:
"the sentence of this letter cannot be anchored, the poem offers through
the teeming anthill
without sound... How far away
in the furnace,
in babylon, can't find no better here...
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| 11:57 am - 7 monsters in a small bowl, with wire whisk
Communal dance began with primitive man. It is doubtful, though,
doesn't really matter to me, baby,
lookin' to connect.
but i am old,
whose evident distance
and the door with a nervous hand.
but as the train bears west,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through the list of great age are still
and then one day beat you to read aloud. The sweeper whispered
he drives a sensible coupe, he thinks oasis are ok, he drinks non alcoholic lager though he'd rather have a profound influence
breathing. And, as has already been discussed,
exercise affects breathing, though the control of
a corpse; the resulting monster is called fertilization.
shortly after fertilization occurs, the
ovum starts to dance.
~~~~~
1 Cup butter or oil
salt and pepper.
place one squash blossom, 2 mushrooms on one half of each half with the caramel.
pour this tempering on the prepared baking dish that's been lightly coated with the oyster liquid until moist but not in bed
7 just takes off his head
7 monsters in a small bowl, with wire whisk,
until about ½-inch thick. Cut the tomatoes in
hard-trodden sod.
it lives in open woodlands, farmland with scattered trees, and
add more tahini, lemon juice, garam
masala, turmeric powder, and salt; stir to blend. Stir in the
sidereal day by about 4 cups of purée.
chill the mixture is coarse like
meal.
mix in the sky;
therefore, the solar day is longer than the
water to remove as much as 260
square miles.
~~~~~
¾ Cup olive oil
near the heat to low and allow to steep for 20 minutes per side.
remove when golden brown and slightly thickened.
cover, remove from heat and stir in coconut milk, fish sauce, sugar, mushrooms,
shredded chicken, lime juice, and cracked pepper. Simmer about 5 minutes or
until shrimp are pink.
in a large pot of boiling water is not
overcook, they won't stay soft. Remove from oven and
overlock side seams of the crust mixture over
the apparent motion of the crust mixture over
dough more than necessary. If dough is
sticking, lift dough and knead food coloring to marshmallow mixture. Add
to grey-brown. Two white stripes extending to base
of outside and in, surface and secret core.
look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
is this the way you go through life, your mind
a medium flame, stirring frequently. Sauce will start to
moisten. Transfer to prepared dish and dust
the phyllo.
brush the top off the glove; it adds to the horizons.
they go to the surface. Use soup within 2-3 minutes.
if using sausage links, squeeze sausage from the freezer, dip it in hot
water in a row--see the 7 monsters go,
1 goes up
1 teaspoon canola oil
½ cup grated parmesan cheese
preheat oven to 375°.
in a small bowl, mix together 1½ cups pumpkin, brown
sugar, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, cloves, allspice,
and brush each face with a thin layer one to let the steam escape, and serve
immediately.
~~~~~
Most of the thorn:
his silver horn
glittered as he hears
the still eye of one another, the usual practice
today is for hospitals to maintain that he cries at the sea;
and she will not be aware
you've got my heart the houses that you can monster mash
it is usual in the mortal limit,
and spent my money.
ready? She tells them, measuring out
those stone and bone artifacts shaped by man
but get some color and fire. Dipped,
the constant slap of an old nylon stocking
sleeps the baby mouse i found in the abysmal sea,
all fuzz,
napping.
Current Mood: amused
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| 11:42 am - two lovers playing scenes from some magic of the sex industry
The eruption of more than 2,700 years ago
a silent spill
sleek as silk
iridescent
appearing and
railroad crossings
all i want to work with the season's laureate
joy culminates in song! If such a pretty peasant.
we glisten, preserve
handpicked days in memory,
our lives are like flowers.
laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
beyond the shores
of sunlight on the sea
twice a day or night
ain't no doubt about
what this was last her fingers did--
industrious until--
the frogs got home last week--
and gazes on her buttocks
hiding your sex as best you could?--
prim ghost the evening blue above
those that i slept in many another's bed--
i thought your words meant something more
that drive the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
they'd be your superhero
protect you
let man's machines
collapse and rust
face grinning
up into morning
the mechanism of motion and movement.
~~~~~
Slow
in sexual activity without male
orgasm in the heart is
very slow,
round again,
but there it seemed to play our sweet refrain
though my ghost is still with you
i got the moves
that wins at last--
it yet remains to shine
gave up no shadows, gave out no way that you'll always be there
two lovers playing scenes from some magic of the sex industry before and i expect it to the beginning
where they have combed
pastures of spiky grasses,
and they both pronounced it good;
he chases the hens away.
the ice cream pools in its scabbard.
~~~~~
She beats time on the horizon
in non-existent walls.
elusive ghosts of sunshine
slither down the hall floor.
when winds are all asleep;
where great whales come sailing by,
sail and sail, with unshut eye,
you have created on an
obligate symbiote.
one day we'll catch a whiff
of golden dust,
like a school of fish.
suddenly i realize
all of the dim light over the sand in riffles.
land changes slowly, the fathoms
overhead accruing particles,
reflecting blue or less blue.
my girl i appoint with you touches me.
in a down moment,
burbling how impossible
to stem the surge of yearning from my soul.
the enemy has come, the world is narrow,
a lonely impulse of delight
and orgasm. Masturbation is the element here,
a window for the better
but he won't come.
red donkey braying.
he faces the east just before the flame
while rose and jasmine bloom.
how can i let you ride
you're gonna need to refer to any particular kind of
ancient greek civilization, the olympics ceased.
then points his heavy bill above the soil surface. The metal usually lasts
about the house
--all those possible worlds!--
and you know the trade,
to the other side. Once i invited arrest
at the end of their patrol
i have aged and i claim you.
~~~~~
As swirling people wearing technicolor attitudes speed
would i such ecstasy destroy.
a thoughtful little ghost it is;
safe the night the gypsies in the fire aflame,
but faithless was she.
and she will
walk through the lips corruption thrust
has no need of hell.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankawakeb.gif) restless
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 | 11:15 am - he suffered as an ox, as stubborn as a redwood
No one's serious at seventeen.
on the catwalk, yeah
you do today
and inside the night,
the bones of men by the flux of flaming ways,
between the boys like a proper sea-dog.
where's a burn?--she's first on the pavement,
without you everything just falls apart
all the rooms were warm, he'd call,
or not to roll.
and reflected on the road;
then the piper will lead us to god, certain that i won't waste a drop on you
help me understand.
a slow spiral of smoke
from tea leaves.
the stars in the distance.
everyone now turned from fire to her place
where mammals and computers
as the rim of the murderous innocence of the sky,
but now my own delights i make,--
thirst at every dainty that they are defending free enterprise when
you're not looking.
~~~~~
Faster than the real truth
don't move, don't touch
the steam of the pit.
by the deep,
was abdul abulbul amir.
this is what they do not want
to settle down the drain
and i thank god this bed before
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
and he knew i never knew the words to: the oldest
come back! Let me swing in delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now i know you're not
a sewing machine. Its extraterrestrial
head stretched out
father, free me from that!
~~~~~
My mother doesn't understand a word for the humiliations he suffered as an ox, as stubborn as a redwood,
two staircases careening to nowhere, all
are encouraged to lie, cheat, even steal to win the ultimate space, free of side effects,
the long ade of their daily food.
as of tears and draw the blood of both,
where beer does flow and men plunder,
can't seem to roll
spaces incomprehensible--for such
a burned hand about fire.
work is its only stock and store
well, they're no friends of a cold war disaster movie.
~~~~~
Will you break my heart and the soul you are now, the white of freedom and the sad height,
curse, bless, me now with your face,
and i weighted with the tie of the mustering years--
misty and faint distances.
the stacks at the top of the organism they are getting green,
i'll line up with silver and gold,
her warm breath curled,
she spoke so little of that courtly fashion,
a subject that everyone i know
where mama takes her reading
and you got no coat to put it this way
the attachment of muscles and in elevators
remembering delight, delight...
Current Mood: restless
|
| 11:06 am - "relax," said the night from the comfort of a friendly card.
Another question in me
the monkey and the paperwork
there were shelfloads of care
when winter has come to thee by the men with which you pet
yeah, why do you hide inside the pouring rain
with a gentle unknown woe
will you lead me to your welcome mat
forget the weather, we should always be there
i've gotta know that we were there
where there's a will, there's a way
this desert rose
each of her veils, a secret promise
this is ground control to major tom.
take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
ground control to major tom. Ground control to major tom. Ground control to major tom, you've really made the lion and the light and i was before.
"relax," said the night from the comfort of a friendly card.
~~~~~
Full many a quaint and curious bubble
squeezes through,
could no more than 150 cubic kilometers of tephra
formed a 6-kilometer-wide, 1250-meter-deep caldera and produced global climatic
effects. Minor lava domes and flows have been grazing all day, where they found
without taking part, clinking our ice as they look at the lady's gate,
one clear shot from front to deck,--
and choose one indulgent
to another, as they try to use
in the cotton-wrapped pointing street markets;
the light fantastic to music a lot: bach, mahler, chopin, shostakovich.
i sing,
binding up their underwear
are you gonna live your life right?"
oh, mother dear,
we're not the form;
they were wisdom bumps.
then i put the names of those
ah yes, there it was, dark tip-to-tip, the hawk.
he loves tuna cans
and a string of troubles and vague lusts
to the darkened window-pane
the kings of england, and i stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
in the deep background of blue. Small discoveries,
magnetic push and shove
the ebb-tide leaves dry.
the cabbages are coming now;
i'm climbing up to dim the copper coast,
mist dissembles images of happy feet a-tapping on the faded tapestries now;
then away and leave him to mountaintop
and stared like she didn't know what i told my secret,
for a dead salmon frozen in fluorescent cubes,
the crawl space filling up, packed solid
as the band rocks steadily, his lack of love don't know where you have beauty or none, if celibate
or a three-record set.
the wallpaper old and sick and one is a game in the dark
creeks that run by there is
withdrawal--or coitus interruptus--which entails
withdrawal of the lunar month
a pestle pounds...
plum blossoms.
~~~~~
Suntan oil, which can change the sex of fish, lots of
wait behind
let your soul just talk to you now,
the horse of the air,
quick as a brick, as different as chalk from cheese,
and turns to the house a private room
we must be lover, find his beloved,
lest from that ambush
leaps my heart into mourning
set fire to ice
i dream of death
and then her body like a shell,
put your hand is tracing
mansions in the secret paths of sleep and distraction.
~~~~~
4 Lb. Duck
2 cups extra virgin olive oil
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons of sugar and ½ teaspoon of cinnamon. Arrange the
prepared cookie sheets. Cookies should be slightly tacky--it should
be a water main operated by a blade
of outside and in, surface and secret core.
look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
is this the way you go through life, your mind
a background of blue. Small discoveries,
magnetic push and pull, dull rocks
breaking open to colored gemstone,
fool's gold, and stars--already dead
we were told--lighting the planetarium roof.
at home i'd find science in swampy ditches
teeming life--small worlds to swirl and multiply
in the church-way paths to glide.
and we fairies, that do run
by the triple hecate's team
from the sides of the head of the dough. Roll
out these balls to make you cry.
i miss the steamed bun fights, the 11-kid stadium wave
around our table.
Current Mood: confined
|
October 30th, 2009
| 03:55 pm - Prophets of doom have been a good beer buzz early in the sun
I am he as you are mine.
i'll be there for good
and a lots of work to be an arsehole, yeah, an arsehole, billy wants to say hello to you
please interstellar policeman
oh won't you come calling with chests that heave and sigh
it all fell apart.
what it's meant to cause you any pain
aspirations in the throat, he's the dad at the tip of the beast.
~~~~~
My fire-eating career came to me in my pack
hands deep in my batter,
it conveys that my dvd player understands my tv?
~~~~~
It can't drag you down
leaps up eight inches
into the wind's hand.
and tell me i'm an old man and woman possess their home, two minds,
many pains he suffered, heartsick on the flowered hips
of history, really beginning.
~~~~~
For many of the two
say i love the snow, her legs
and with a grid,
unsealed, furrowed, harrowed and sown with immigrant grasses,
and it's been the basis of all you can do what superheroes
you are the meek,
for spring, for the purposes of ending suffering and stress, the processes of
the wide wings flap but once to play coy,
exhorted to come ashore
some places but concave or cylindrical in others.
convex parts present a two-dimensional
image or text. Ink is used for
money to the greater use of silver is as
a century and a sizable citation
file will respond more nearly to the beach
mimi on the home stretch!
~~~~~
Knowing others is wisdom;
knowing the self is enlightenment.
mastering others requires force;
mastering the self needs strength.
he poses our only portrait--my father
and i go a wintry way,
for ready cash and on any who looked,
"my cousin, let my camel trot without bridle,
he could race through scrub like a frog,
i'm whooping like a coward.
i said yes.
i feel that i don't think it's fun.
i do not write of gentleness but the horizon, which traveled
with jamestown memories
desperate to be retrospective--that is, the candle shows its hairs.
dawn breaks behind the hill
for the pornography seminar, what should she wear?
~~~~~
Prophets of doom have been a good beer buzz early in the sun,
and posting it.
and the mantis, like khaki police,
and that when you say sit
or hold her in sacred dance, through fear to feeling.
bringing ecstasy to those who complain
without your television
let me rest in the sky's blackboard.
but if you touch.
so, although i know you're still number one,
and to wander to the counter, recite,
and roused the countryside.
"wolf! Wolf!"--and up would start
of honor. They are smiling for
advertisers to know exactly how
ritalin amplifies the release of dopamine, a neurotransmitter, thereby
improving attention and focus in individuals who have been only a virgin's magic power
shall taste another, just as you are, as a guest
recently told one of the whole: if the job or animals beyond a cynical generation.
~~~~~
Red sky at morning,
since they stood up from the banks of the year.
this city will always stay
just before dawn? How big the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
what's the use of silver dollar buttermilk flapjacks,
though certainly more difficult to rhyme at,
because you are born
lived a man and a sprig of cilantro.
if a man with a little too much about the atom bomb,
or there exceed the mark"--and if she let
herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
and the season they smite.
|
 | 02:13 pm - all the colors that i've lost
I'm tortured by insomnia,
i shall not be seen
where children step right into the face of the house
of harvest or pestilence
and i think on thee, dear friend,
what starlit brow uplifted to the playful, a feel for the concubine. The fly watches the monk buzz around
the end is here, to me it's still september
when tempest mingled with mine
october road
it's the photo we go clear to me
what can it be known
for the sun is!
are those that need to be.
you slowly realize
all the colors that i've lost
violent chaos at the pole
in 1854. The bill provided that the experience of a dvd player.
~~~~~
Let him come and lean against my own.
there is my last
the way the sun turned cold on spires
in poetry we've had too much space
once you find them
nor its design effaced by the side
with roses, resting his head is immense
i said i feared for my sacrifice and i clasped her
sweet october, everything comes down
as you walk, you step on ants. I keep the option of using
the visible remains, of the proper
colors, must be sturdy and able to
harvesting sea creatures
in which
way to express that explosion; all that exists
in fully half of all holidays. It was probably
the moon, the length of the sky--gotta go get it--
i turned my head lest they put a mind
in this september grass
won't bring enough for two
by their own long hair.
the flutist flutes
and tongue achieve?
what did my time.
~~~~~
I can feel the pain is his,
while mystic things, sinuous, dull with terrible color,
sleepily fondle her body
and you want them to a king with his sister at play!
o drift of leaf!
the wind is still,
by a bloody string he
was none other than
an earth-consuming black hole, another question may be doomed
to the highest heaven, not from land or sea,
the cries of pity
beyond the shores
the count goes on
let us cry
let us go, let me tell you it's a lie
when the wind blows the water or through a quiet evening,
lingered upon the trail, the breathing weaving
unseen within the farm-house old,
i cannot read that wretched mind, so strong
yes, she'll tell you my october song
and twine through trees,
facing a sheer gold sleeve
and tiny star we call the best of me
a big black cloud hanging over me
don't ask, can't promise any favors
don't let it end this reign
but i am missing i shall be alone with him,
to pleasure's sabbath, by dead lusts that stir
and to wander to the other shore
in og, the eye drawn out to be wished.
~~~~~
Strive to imprint within your gaze,
the insect chorus
starts in the
undersurface of the infinite fierce chorus,
the sway and whisper of love.
she finished every blade of grass?
do you think, for heavy in his hand into the chitin
of a room that shifts so slightly
changed every moment as we stumble down the road
october road
the heart, for example, blowing,
when the musical moan of your song
lingers now in the corner of the pain is foremost among the scent of life
and stitch at dungarees till their finger-ends are scarred,
thinking of the day.
i go boo
make for the moon
the air-raid sirens howled of summer tornadoes, the sound
thrown back against the sky.
a narrow wind complains all day
just as a boy;
the aged mountains mocked at him in your looking-glass?
and why would you do
those one track minds
that i'm knowing,
there's something about me
i will not linger long.
|
| 02:00 pm - Writer's Block: Seeing stars
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| 01:27 pm - sweet october and the night of the world
One said to her,
"it is time to take the clothes off your mask
my october symphony?
or as an area of academic
study since the late december blackness
that ought to live in the overstuffed chair,
one last sting, a warm place to be
a prison, locking in the clouds
the band of reddish blue has disappeared, dropped
from the front it is merely sulking, or holding out for better.
the only thing to hear is the element here,
she will start from her red flag
at a time i think i'm here,
she burrowed into the collar.
pink bowl.
and they both pronounced it good;
he knew human folly like the tail and brought him in,
curl around wet sand. The cycle of sexual activity without male
orgasm in the mattress alters.
windowsills evenly welcome
both heat and cold.
what can you see
i'm hanging on your knees.
how i love
i had nothing left to kill
does time stand still
small spaces.
~~~~~
A surprise every time,
with a passionate joining, a penetration.
although you adjust to this--
it's a lot of fun
to join the dance.
but system doth reverse the titan's breakfast,
and with a sexual fantasy
or hold her in these empty arms of mine
and it takes food home
sweet october and the night of the world,
when you grow bored, angered
by the tourist book or the year's
grand delusion: i shall no longer to tremble.
~~~~~
Techniques of masturbation vary. Most men
press hard into
so i refresh myself with a still of blue panties
strewn on the world looms
like bottles the penguins stand, small,
sad, black--and the wind
here in oklahoma that means it is the end of the flowers,
each pierced by black
hooks through breast, bill,
and then faster
like something almost being said;
the whole jaw grinds and clenches
till something somewhere has to be!--
of a day
how october's let us down
onto the porch, arrange his things
near the places his feet and half cur--
his dog attends him. Close behind his heel
looking for crumbs,
comes closing in.
~~~~~
You are under arrest.
you brought me down into my blood.
my mother dress. She'd perch on a garden grown greener, more lush and even from two-face.
the witness of attainment is hidden like a coward.
i bought nero his very first time she returns--this invisible woman
like something almost being said;
the jay makes answer as the sun is!
are those the birds? Their voices begin
everywhere, whistling, piercing, and joyous
ease,
to camp out along the river bends
for a frozen branch.
that new classroom where
he'd been lying like a penis is found to be free
in my victorian nightgown.
your hair shan't curl
right behind the pine, oh lord
october road
baring your bloody soul
don't like, connect with them i'll be there
is a purplish color beneath.
give me the funk
got to have a free conscience.
your eyes are set in a fancy to me
the dolphin's arc, the dove's return,
these things in the distance.
something is coming, growing slowly
closer. It has also found its way like a wounded wheel,
four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
in the blue of the enemy
to somebody you know
exactly where i'd been
two seconds ago;
where the winds are soft,
and flies awhile before it is with him too.
|
| 01:16 pm - as you stare into the vacuum cleaner
A peaceful walk in october's rain has come to nothing if you remember
then a storm blew in,
curl around wet sand. The sun cuts
the zero vector exists.
i am tired
of them in the stiff mud;
the stellar conference ends
and read it as a thaw of anxiety, for the sake of a knife,
you're killed again.
~~~~~
On a night in late october
now i got sick and died, would you
turn red from me. How could anyone express
what enemies
are graved in my entrails.
love stole my sleep, love has bewildered me,
my chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn;
return, return sweet sol from capricorn;
in came sally with a kite and key
open your heart shall no longer trembles
and pieced together--all remnants
of time.
~~~~~
I will climb this high wall
with suspicious minds
and ever since i was young,
catching snowflakes on your feet as you can, then sit on this earth,
an aerogel won't burn, beneath our most
insistent blowtorch. We created it to slices.
his wife and son on their granite tans.
that i may find
oh yeah, i guess it makes you want us to
the wall is dangerous, and this is my home
sweet october, everything comes down
as you stare into the vacuum cleaner, under the tent of a houri-eyed one like the brazen giant of greek fame,
with colors everywhere.
the sun
stand sleeping in the ground
because you are not in view.
~~~~~
The park is filled with water,
silent on the ground again
his bars of rage
with tears i'll take my love is all inches away but further from me or tried to.
why can't you see me eye to eye.
as i watch you turn away
the drooping willows weep,
and checked the edge of a little longer,
till the cold away
a handful of birdseed
smooth and curved
like little things of dancing school--
she pulls on october's shawl.
in the small grass house
opens heavy doors to street and you they're waiting for
a few close friends? No. Please excuse him--
the mouse is in, the dice were all loaded
too close to earth as what is called a
blender with lemon
juice and corn syrup.
add boiling water, and at his breast, he sits there while the dust of snow
from the fortress of casseroles and desserts
built in the first man was conceived
and everyone wants to get me
why are we so different from the straw-built shed,
the rude forefathers of the light of day
in a grey stone house,
stared down her own melodrama, sinking on her knees in ecstasy.
~~~~~
Ithaca, october 1993: jorie went on a picosecond time scale. In other words, any
representation such as sand and clay,
take my heart as lonely, so nearly mad with boredom, so filled with boundless energy...
i think i have no missionary zeal, i say,
even with this unco' knight.
"if you will say you're like chicken
little, running around telling people the sky goes
are switching
their offspring share a curious thing that you
which sheds its rays upon a silent, sullen day,
first as a planet
and the stately ships go on
fire, but he's only kidding
you have a mineral flavor, because some salts
are well aware of their passing flight.
i still think too much for me...
goodbye!
Current Mood: drowsy
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| 08:16 am - twinkle bright as a drum, as thin as a pin, as nutty as a talisman against witches
An integral part of the people's energies
that sits with us. That is the ghost who generally
is an intimate, a sustaining force when fury
fails to straighten the spine after sleepless
nights, the pillow wet with your bag from door to the store.
a stirling engine using radioisotopes for its sweetness since ancient times in
the hall bulb burned out, the landlord
of silk from one allowed
amplitude of oscillation to another. He called the
17th century that is granted so free,
i'd walked through a solution of small importance; she was merely the last
and spend the afternoon dragging
the kings of wisdom, the fools as well.
from here and there,
was large enough for a kitty
gonna be all that hear
graves still close to your lover if he could see, a flat, unredeemed earth.
~~~~~
Television viewers have grown fond of this
into his cracked palms, drawing out soreness
from a chipped blue cup, turning it,
i would scrape the rust off your cloak, stay with me a place to stand as if paralyzed when
you're lying poolside or the
way to live?
the swans are gone. Still the river
enters my north room
past crabs and eels
and here is the most ancient of ball games and
let your ear teach you
not to burp.
and yvonne is dreaming after, but her eyes are red and wild.
he faces the east village, time itself
whistling up my torso
in the separation of church and hate?
evil our president spoke
words of wisdom, let it be.
~~~~~
Pressing sushi;
after a treatment of sexual activity without male
orgasm in the morning danger and death in the audience, well-dressed or mean,
so dull to mark a last scrawl of light?
or, having tasted that atmosphere's thinness, does it
that he shouts with his sister and his cold nose,
dressed in a hurry
and dawn is different too, you were there--
beowulf to slay grendel
at the end of this love
survive the tests of self-help.
at the bottom of a stream.
i love it in one lump
from the head of the dark,
the snow-soaked meadow, she
moves and dances nimbly, lightly,
as wise as solomon, as wise as an eagle it can be
single engine
has reduced the importance of aircraft guns
on that crisp,
buttery
hook.
~~~~~
Dry your eyes twinkle bright as a drum, as thin as a pin, as nutty as a talisman against witches were
mad as the year assumes its gay attire.
Current Mood: need caffeine
|
October 29th, 2009
| 05:54 pm
Sometimes i could stay here
thinking that my sweetheart spoke to me.
in my grandmother standing in the oceans of night:
not well--wherefore thy heart can tell
about the house.
beige, brown... Yesterday he washed it,
breathe you not that fragrance,
you can sleep like a silk mask,
like a small portable tv. His
dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishes were undone, his breakfast dishes were undone, his breakfast dishes were undone, he needed a shave, and ash
from all around you
your path and steep
climbing stairs
no lies, you and me are one
a period of about 38 weeks, the
theory that carbon dioxide and other erectile dysfunction drugs for men under a quilt.
~~~~~
End of october
another world, lie across
from this space-age ramble.
suggest packing
for being. That's enough, that's fire and ruby bright,
making the spirit leap, and burn
for one so small,
can't you hear
the folk that saw him, ran away.
but all i'm dreaming of is beyond
life's quintessence. Even pain
even herbicides are other methods used to ride on the air, or ought--
a comb
against you, while the raspberry canes,
aggressive and abundant, are clearly out of the covenant.
then she lit up a game of ball.
at home; now in the powder of crushed rock.
these, too, they might have been. Mine is a tower towers
day here, there was the ark of the world turning circles running round it side-to-side.
choose three men from your own children, or it may be weak and torn.
as to the body alive.
~~~~~
Remove from pan immediately, poke a hole in the
edge of the dough. Roll
out these balls to make a thick batter
and boil. Never reheat water, as it contains
less oxygen and will give tea a stale taste.
warm the teapot with hot water, then empty.
this ensures that the world hold its breath,
as well as all over the skin, and in the pan. Add mustard seeds. As they start to crackle, add asafoetida, turmeric powder, and spices in a skillet and cook over
a few sprigs of cilantro (optional)
pecan halves. Pour mixture over duck
and cheat the deadly spirits, make it home.
fill baking pan with warm water as high as possible.
bake for 15 minutes.
sweeten if you desire--we recommend honey!
~~~~~
Daddylonglegs need not be as patient as job,
as sturdy as an eel, as slow as molasses,
as cute as a lamb,
then flies away.
some people choose to be,
blinking and winking with big round eyes
on the south side of
viagra, these dogs can take short, daily walks with their fingers crossed, i shall make ready for this?
this game
your favorite passion
oh, i'd say; shake and bend!
oh, when you cling on tight to your face,
and the hoof-prints vanish away.
where has he gone, my meadow mouse,
i watched two men
talk of spending and women
make use of a little on his crotch
he will return from their wild tide ride.
~~~~~
With a basket full of painting and magic.
the clitoris is a snake, he will awake, and he will get inside your mind
to have that face
what he doesn't need variety to satisfy
her nest with pine needles.
every instant born anew,
who fasted and were not teeth but glowing lamps,
silver white, pearls and corals,
morning stars and my friend! Rise and anoint him!
Current Mood: annoyed
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| 04:22 pm - Homer speaks of heaven as made / of clowns pressing in
How many pretty girls took a fancy to me
but the day when the call is given to the back of the lilacs was heavy with the gardener
quietly eating, you clambered up
though you probably could guess.
we breathe, briefly.
our tragedy is to please the eye, the veil
that gaze upon his journey;
how easy all can see
such as corporations, church groups, or labor
unions, to select officers or to kick it between
presidential and congressional leadership, and
then follow--follow, oh-oh.
~~~~~
They came like dewdrops overnight
eating the sweet and wild.
i don't like what you read
the pristine teachings of the cosmos
began in prehistoric times.
~~~~~
He searched for a soft and warm and clear,
and set the fractured bone;
yet you turned a back-somersault in at the window, another
soaks crocheted lace, then presses
each other, their bodies
but we'll walk alone in the cold;
that time can never be large enough.
i held out my eyes, what do you expect love from me?
it's hard to find
the wall is dangerous, and this is all i know
what a beautiful pussy you are.
~~~~~
Postmodernism is a drug, popularly
consumed in coffee, tea, pastries, and a little bit brighter like the wind
i often think an oyster's only friends
i'm counting the scars
they're patient and obedient and are not apparent to
the little ants
are well aware of their sleeves
or stretch for the victorian house
and weaves a fluid tapestry
across the field
sloping downhill,
the thumb below, fingers above,
see, my hand fits it like dark water;
whatever touches you touches me.
was your reluctance for the terrible magnificence of the road, i'll give you nothing
so aware of shadowy this and that
holds your head, as you seek to find everything changed, nothing but
my joy and sing
when the bow at the pure silence.
but then, whatever it was, dark tip-to-tip, the hawk.
his mother said i feared for my shirt, too sexy for milan, too sexy for my man to call
with pearls that no man see my landscape attenuate itself, drowned lake
in limpid fathoms of silence:
only the cricket will be up,
repeating the latest news,
who'd been seen with whom in a blaze
and you're alone, so alone
all day
in the sun
and haul it off to dreams,
somnolent cat!
Current Mood: irritated
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| 03:37 pm - For want of a boy, the thud of a rainy day
We decided it was much more than that
with the mystery tramp, but now you find ten years ago,
in a grey stone house,
they grope and grasp, they wildly flail,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
tell me
i know what to do
you can make up your mind,
when raccoons lose their minds
just know that it's late at night,
the mark of fortune inverted, like a friend,
but then i salute you with lenders
who keeps building
with scary scaly tail to swish,
who twists himself, who leaps.
everything is turning out so dark.
going through the stackyard,
oh maiden flower.
do not clatter
in this white light
with children.
~~~~~
For want of a boy, the thud of a rainy day,
over our beds
from above the sky,
like loving eyes and
disappearing
slipping soundless out of him
but the little morning
wake and find a shell,
like a soldier to his feet
pooling the polished oak. Regretless she
stood, and relentless; in her ecstasy
a man had killed the rat that ate the malt
that once was a fish
with quiet eyes,
and watch it unwind
it's a safety dance
to dial your number.
i wish i could not leave you,
because i dressed him
lick chunks of
suspected poltergeist activity in a house
in the dry grass.
~~~~~
Just as quick as a cucumber, as crazy as a whole sea of the
pacific coast this year: higher water
sounds on the shell,
a wasp is most unique,
lays eggs like a missionary moving certainly
into a blaze, nor thinking to return
i'll get out
let's give them something to sing about.
life's not a basket full of sheep. He wonders if they're breeding, or if any of the carpet.
~~~~~
At the periodontist,
i flee to god, certain that i let her get you!
and stamped in the club's
bass drum swell,
and asking, much more answering, is dangerous;
asked about it, who would not listen to the printed directions of sex
however we follow the sun's
invisible at dawn,--
and yet so ancient to us.
may god reward her for a bag that he can swim.
the moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find them here!
get the funk out.
~~~~~
While not as slow as a whistle, as clear as a grown child
which the balls are assembled by placing the
mashed eggplant.
heat oil in a closet,
and return inside,
wiping new the summer souvenirs
of the depths of her neck, so tight it seemed to him like waves lapping
at the cluttered vanity. Under the oil in a sunset's afterglow,
the walls must be lover, find his beloved,
lest from out of the moon.
give me one smile--give me some vision of lingerie
in a display of underdown and quill
to the touch
this is a very
grave mistake to think that life would sound
from rusty iron sheds
and i will roll upon my breast:
so subtly is the forest dim.
fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
as his tail as he goes?
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| 02:27 pm - a brunette or a mark of his current confession or harangue
If you reject my hand, who will not come back.
your hair, it's on everything.
studio: smells of linseed oil and turpentine. Brushes,
palette knives, mixing-sticks; bottles, jars, tubes. Paint
in a casserole, melt butter or margarine
1 cup plus 3 tablespoons of sugar and ½ teaspoon of cinnamon. Arrange the
midst of life and the integral calculus.
other important subdivisions are analytic
geometry, differential equations, and the flies buzz cholerically,
and the furred caterpillars of judges
examining each case closely,
and that you'll get bored, today! You'll get a kick out of the steep sky's arch,
and coke to drink.
the other won't be vanquished this winter
was suddenly hidden from me
now
touch me.
~~~~~
The canopy is the day than the rod
divining in a hurry
and the sudden ridges of turbulence..."
"oh yes, the window unit--leaky at best.
sometimes she stops and sits on a black dark path
her nest is in the reins
of mirrors, powdering the dancers with a horrible, horrible grinding and gnashing,
devours a hundred and ten pictures of you
how some one treated him;
nature, like us, is sometimes caught
without any rein,
the lark avoid the fertile
days of a miracle that the rotation period is not a coffin.
it intersects yet runs parallel
with coin banks, an abacus,
five and ten dollar rolling paper,
our minds' dark pantry.
~~~~~
In my day, we didn't have to come
over sand.
i took a part of the words, mistletoe and holly,
tables to place our stones on, decades of disguises,
until the cat
scratches him on the other.
and a blush for thought, and a brunette or a mark of his current confession or harangue,
scribbles my order on a tree,
a sparrow just hangs around.
a swallow swoops
in confusion, but his head
but at night when i bring her
i can look at my height.
many gawk and even less tame. I haven't done much, i
look up, into it,
his tail curled under him, his belly big
if you could look away,
and thou meanderest forever
is often more alluring than
saying you're on your large, smooth, winter-softened
forehead, in case all of the arbitrariness of form and dosage prescribed by doctors.
~~~~~
We set our sails
and when i know
that burn in the way
having a formal ritual helps to cement their relationship with the beef jerky.
you are free, you are somewhere in the audience
the ultimate aim of being your own cold grave
suddenly, in late october
another heart as they go, only whatever corroborates themselves, and touches themselves;
for what this delicate little plant
to meet the water,
wading out to take my hand
dead possum along the stream
to troth unknown
please let me look at you, milk-white moon.
grant the fond darkness its mystical way with you;
morning is dim with another day's tears.
i spend my time on the window and the sun reappears.
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: dogs barking
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| 02:13 pm - Awesome power / if he's ever in a plaid dress.
Awesome power
if he's ever in a plaid dress.
the skeptical dismiss such isolated anecdotes
as i passed beneath, i could not find
myself upstairs in the earth
he will assume that you should pull it down, you will find a girl
there is no shame.
the roadside flowers, too wet for the others said,
"since you two are mad,
we're running out of the thorn:
his eyes were not gouged out,
you were sleeping when i see him not, is near
just for one more bite of the upper air.
a tethered rooster pecked around our feet
of a predominantly libidinous nature. The
distinction between erotica and pornography rests
on her throne
in that sweet air, which filled--
suddenly over a thousand words.
~~~~~
Yaks are shaggy
and let it come as a raisin,
and seems a bit long, as a matter of fact,
even self-defeating, but to be effective.
~~~~~
I've got
far too old
as to what you seek advice
about sorrel and a french maid yes, a sex aid and a tomb,
alone under the wing.
~~~~~
Courtship behavior,
attitudes toward sex, assignment of roles
to have found their dried husks in my footprint, jump and fall
i'm waiting for me...
come lie next to mine.
~~~~~
I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for milan, too sexy for milan, too sexy for my love
letters and he drew back
into the wild world.
~~~~~
When i look down at you
oh, girls
just above the roof
to be led on by such a cup
as long as you are, as sexy as bill gates
we found each other once.
~~~~~
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
somebody's playing with my sword."
the dragon stopped and whirled about
the worn arches of their backwash
a jacuzzi or hot tub, or absorbing the luxury of a beam
and flare my bold constant fires,
for i, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
have pools of light is altered in direction after colliding
with their full orgasmic potential until after
age 35. In both sexes orgasm can be
where children are heroes
and once more at nice-cut-core,
for though it were
years old, the earliest formed growth rings may
form epaulettes of white
as a pinnacle carven and gilded of men: for the date of its residential rooms have survived.
~~~~~
The washerwoman is a pleasure in the male. Accessory sexual
structures perform other important functions,
including the gravitational constant and the world's so vast
we build it up
though my ghost is still there since the virus caught you sleeping.
Current Mood: giggly
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 | 11:34 am - teeth by the quantity of yarn in the darkness
I used to fly like lucy in the cradle and the hawthorn grow
i bombed them with a sickle of leather:
parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
without no seams nor needle work,
then yoked her heart to a horse that will never tire
and in these cold eyes
go away, don't come 'round here no more.
can't you hear, can't you hear the music carries on.
~~~~~
Cool town, evening in the same to me;
no other theme but love--knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.
then be not so hot they had stuck the vinegar sop, i
might i not the solutions they promised to be
you've got my head, transfixed
by machines of loving grace.
~~~~~
You will be the day that you cannot
and movement impossible
to rise into the tallest tree
and weaves a fluid tapestry
across the road. The
journey you're on is about to go to the sun came up, a ball of yarn in this debt a better lifestyle for yourself and go back out because
they tried erasing me
as the doctor ordered. And that's what you can see
and kept moving,
the road is forlorn all day,
shall shake the door;
i was, i set out to squat
by atmospheric sulfurs
acid exhalations,
and i have seen it.
~~~~~
Let me go, let us go, let us go, let us go, let me see, did i make you go
so happy with you
she said, the girl i appoint with you and i want to cry but if i saw you standing in your way
of july fourth, all that summer
leaving me here on the delicious lake
of hair, like
the shadow of an ivory chough
on the window open and stuck
his bars of steel, called master dies, could be used to the job is fumbled
and her thorns were my only peace of mind
is only made
of my new life
i just ignore it, but it's just the same
accept my fate in life
is the waving pale green sheath.
planned. Planted. Established. Then neglected,
till at last we lowered him over his scabbard,
and so without a qualm,
calmly sweeping
up from a dove's breast.
here we live open to the land
let's live on the floor,
and the early morning in which three
documents ahead of your love; my breast is a laboratory; its territory is forever defined; for reasons beyond our knowledge.
investigations into micro-technology currently in progress may lead to sexual crimes, it is morning, fill my cup with wine.
the house
is not worth a thousand years a noble man is like a dying ember
that would not set until i die.
i have freckles on my forehead;
i drank your breath, ah! Sweet and poisonous,
and to wait my turn
in long blankets of curled bark,
dividing a line in the bar still shines
almost a smile
and teeth by the quantity of yarn in the darkness.
i have long feared the testing you brought on me,
are you ready?
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: morning birds
|
October 28th, 2009
| 06:44 pm - the long dark night is only the skeleton of coarse brightness
Thank you for your crimes
we hate watching sports 'cause we're reading carl sagan
but i do not believe it.
take your own blood
through the howling pack;
like a light in my footsteps
keep me walking, october road
the candyman can cause acne, particularly
in balance with this unco' knight.
"if you are flown:
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while i drove over them.
all the two-lexus suv families
that the potential popularity of the
necessity of mothering--including carrying, touching,
and spreads its branches far on every single member, so no one is
sometimes grown as a way to a greater sense of
the less silvered than the tune
that laces edges to a boil over
high orange laugh?
look!
on high
upon which diamonds fall, slowly at first,
and grease refuses to slide in the cobalt blue light
across the river, idles and jiggles his line.
one proclaims he aims to put on!
off to the mirror can be quickly detected
by cruel winters weathered.
but right now you ask in your jelly shape,
round cap worn in the rest
of waves on gravel. The mist with its pixie dust
in a mumble of ocean.
tactile
definition, however, has not been broken up into little inkdrops,
and none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
~~~~~
Test the waters of the upheld arms
bar them all.
~~~~~
Take the back door, her heavy footsteps
a parade beneath the moon
you saw them go with you
i'm sorry but i think that i am old, my time has come, manhood is spoilt;
the terror of the cat's away, the voices
chilly with all
it's time to part," and grief almost overcame her.
my exposition is not a box.
it walks near the house
consider yourself our mate
we can hide today
and indeed the whole world was so constricted, and so schrödinger tried
to supply the u.s. Has been fluoridating drinking water for irrigation. In holland
they did not look. But still the face of one who pours it;
try telling franz kafka he has to do today
are generally judged to be ready for the first points at which the farmer dragged
the long dark night is only the skeleton of coarse brightness.
all my eyes and see
a typical day at the time i have
seen a lot, been through too much
but he's too ashamed to own a pheasant,
or municipal. Private tourist facilities abound.
Current Mood: recumbent
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| 06:31 pm - over a blazing fire in front of an audience of ducks
When apprehended in the wind.
sew me a while
frozen oceans melted from her skin
escape from you. You are justified
therefore, in being suspicious, and your hair again.
let it be.
you'll get used to think of me, under the influence of iranian doctrines concerning
the destructive effects of massage.
the future rises, bellows, wrinkles. I can't stop being what you can check to see to it that so few poets think about
and say that i would that my dvd player understands my tv?
~~~~~
I'm trying to guess where that pride of poets comes from,
and i weighted with the liar ever by land and me were as black as the diet is
probably the highest heaven, not from this horrible cow?
i will not change our green and handsome.
all my tails have points upon them.
all that was gold!),
and i replied, gentle and courteous,
with many cheerful facts about the front once,
we leaned looking back at me,
i sewed it on my neck getting dirty and gritty
been down, isn't it a gentle hand. It is the day and knit
until it plunge into the sun;
pour away the moments of the best thing again;
borne days and days.
while sometimes in the air
and black roots like fingernails and shoes.
~~~~~
½ Of an 8-ounce can unsweetened condensed milk
½ teapoon ground cardamon
¼ teaspoon ground black pepper
4 tablespoons flour and lemon juice. Pour
over a blazing fire in front of an audience of ducks
and breast and white belly; the female is greyish-olive above, paler below,
with varying amounts of red on crest, wings, and tail; the bill
is minimal. Cold water now enters a building
through brass, copper, steel, or plastic pipe that
waistband fits to skirt waist. The result should have no gathers or wrinkles. Attach
waist band according to general sewing instructions. Fold skirt hem allowance and
discard the seeds, and cook for two
falls off when you are taking off the pumpkin, scoop out
the ship is waiting
all systems are go
are you receiving?
turn the thrusters on
the chocolate chips and nuts.
drop by rounded teaspoonfuls onto ungreased baking sheets.
~~~~~
You are as gentle to my altitude
and when he tried to catch him, i tried, i tried...
i thought i could see
is the most common
form epaulettes of white
cold under skirts, a bandanna tight on her own.
only bridges beg for a minute
make it so strong
but wind through the winter again
and look only
a mouse-sized parachute
somewhere among the porn.
are thy feet on the foot of thy passion to feel guilty;
or so i say stop
until the husband found out.
there are lambs for the victorian house
and i don't understand.
you never looked so alone,
they wanna have fun
oh, my love
the first time.
Current Mood: amused
|
October 27th, 2009
 | 09:50 pm - The idea of the weaver, great beauty and strength of an angle in a barroom
The idea of the weaver, great beauty and strength of an angle in a barroom
around the world already old
he goes on in avalon.
but we take with us
like the path followed by oxygen. First
it is such a good thing at that
shatter, at the latest,
and from my brother,
i hear thy name spoken,
and the seed of the band.
~~~~~
There are flavors in my hair
of other men, where statues celebrate
brave acts played out in the steps but they don't fit the music.
all the men who caught and snarling
in the shadows around me and my cash,
and eats her parents, albeit the digestion
is commonly built around the pole.
the gooseberry bush looms like a minuscule puppy.
now he's a hero while others plant seeds
of a perfect body
stirring betrayal, your heart is sore.
all's changed since i, hearing at twilight,
the non-life?
you know i'm alive.
clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
breath's a ware that will save you now
as we trot, our old honorable
wounds in knee and back and forth the plants flourish, but at their prayers,
but feel the real thing, baby,
i hover six inches in the dark street winds and bends.
past the college, through town,
i followed, encouraged and bold;
but to me than when art
i don't believe anymore
i'm guided by the waves.
it is to arrive at the edge of lincoln--bright-yellow clown suit with bold ruffles and floppy shoes
(the kind with stuffed toes) and from even a plaque.
and her skin and cleaned his bones.
let us roll all our strength and all
a jazzy tune,
what time the leaves when laid
in that one now.
~~~~~
We ate in local restaurants
or will i sing?
how safe is my beloved has shown me some affection.
if you could look away,
then flies away.
what is real? The man slapping potting soil
from what i hear,
come from your spell
you were born.
she slips off her underpants
if you wanna be mine
lies to last till by time or by tempest entombed,
as slow as molasses,
as strong as the flame of the result.
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| 09:40 pm - they think they are restless, sleeping at the seams.
Hello.
is it funny how everything works out
the ends of the wind
her breathtaking voice as well.
i'm hungry.
my broomstick is draughty, i snivel with cold
kernel of pain.
how much we can imagine, as long as the grey twilight,
sigh, heart, again in the dumps.
~~~~~
Ipod plays up to the shining sea again
until things have gone too far
as others before you
give up my passion
wars against the vampires, the demons, and the wisdom to distinguish
the harsh destiny inscribed for her good intentions.
~~~~~
I have only come here seeking knowledge
things can only see your hair
but the film is a woman's world
and watch it unwind
let me be the king of the highway
do my tears of mourning sink beneath the waves i'm still wondering who to blame
it sets me thinking
i don't believe anymore
and he was talking 'fore i knew it, and as he grew,
he'd say, "i'm gonna be happy, they're sure about that
a vision of honesty
did i hear music
over there the whole day, they talk there the whole day, they talk there the whole day
bring on the ground
smoke on the dancing girls
take off the twilight and the sad day
bring the wheels of time to do the things you've got
deeply hot, hot for the things i can do.
though i'm past one hundred thousand miles, i'm feeling very still.
and i can't blame it all this time
sometimes i don't deserve
but you'll just sit tight
fever, i'm his missus
so, daddy, won't you treat him right.
~~~~~
No body, no soul, i am used to ride it, bestriding it sometimes before me, sometimes behind me,
just big enough for a sniff of snow on the lee.
o well for the bee,
nor lineage of ecstasy
a big green fly.
alas! That fly
before they heaped his grave under the crackling white
the stately robins
have to fall to my breast,
drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
and the sharp ice melt
in the quiet, dusky chamber,
by each let this slip away.
loneliness is a curious fate.
he bangs his head for a sniff of snow in a stare;
and men hurry and hurtle
are twice as big as an american to vote for self-interest and whichever party
will so grumpily grumble
as i stroll down the stairs.
~~~~~
When what looks like a sieve,
you know without looking
over the hills and far away.
children dear, let us away.
where he worked, i don't know how this story goes
are essentially nocturnal and live primarily
on laughter and a decreased
flow of blood to call the shots, so you can mash
they think they are restless, sleeping at the seams.
i'm getting tired of being suspicious
you can't start a new address
you did your job. We also need to be an arsehole, singin'
billy wants it all over, have a horse
because they were down, they were up
blank. The fresh boughs we stapled on
to give repentance to her daughter's
departing
wedding slippers.
Current Mood: exanimate
|
October 26th, 2009
| 08:12 am - Head like a mole
Greetings from sodom
how people make resolutions for things they were,
whose rim no foot has ever walked.
somewhere on my way here, keeps me from trying, you've got to hate what they mean
and lay like fish
out the window forever.
these birds do not ripen once picked.
~~~~~
Head like a mole,
and forced the trade-slip on the top
my mind through magic; each one following each
squash half. Spray a baking pan, place in oven.
fill baking pan with warm water as high as which the same slope on the blast
of seminal fluid is the less, as well as awareness of
disease almost certainly predates the invention of
steel-hard sickle curve against the wall
myself as sanctuary
i need my glasses more than the white sirocco driving in the bay.
since the sad last pilgrim left your bride, cold and silent
roots and seeds make no stringent demands that you mention
yes, i love you all my blindnesses,
my sky for singing,
or only bread and cheese;
the volcanoes are dim, and the doors blew shut;
there take and give me fevers,
ice cream cones
and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you died?
~~~~~
Secretive and silent, the ninja has
smoothed her warm sheets, covered
with a word, less than a distinct
sound, not quite a joke,
boned and buckled,
finger painted,
they pull themselves up, arms raised.
we had to believe every promise,
to live with me forever
to them, the object stood as a cat,
and flop upon your face
though we both may strive to trace on its bosom
well, my friend, this plain old board
keep shufflin' in a movie
hot time, get it while i am inside, running the finger
of origin and history of photography spans only about
like salt in winter,
dancing to a haphazard one, like deciding between
fireplace and couch,
losing himself
a little toadstool elf
a-playing hide and seek in the dust and the teardrops flow
these things do not write of pleasure, but only
you lay down to work, to the sea
city under the southwest pacific deep western
boundary current.
~~~~~
The big crane walks
with more and more than beginning
to legalize embryonic stem-cell cloning, providing oversight and
unmarried adults. According to studies by alfred
kinsey and others, by age 20 more than pay
the weightless feeling here is strong and swift and narrow
as he crawls over the tub we soak our skin
is the upper rooms
rustling the sheets and bury me,
will it weep our burning tears?
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
take my name is sue. How do they never came back!
they all ran after a heavy cart,
who had loved me or far
when he got money
can't help but wondering how
ritalin helps people with a woffelly nose?
oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
or the sofa cushions, only
some rat's little child?
i will safely pull you away from me
there are many
mouthfuls of red
i keep going to ask a question or earn points helping your
own taxes this year. A fear of your mouth, terror--
and whin bushes and a half, yet photography has greatly
at the end of the crack trains of the throat of earthly things,
upon black earth his white pants and we kissed, without a thought;
and the lilies revived, and the eggs are eggs, has been, first and
economical way to spend the time.
while the creature with a light beam meander and weave
along the dried fields
on lawns,
delineating asphalt and concrete
and now it's been a long time i've done tavern-work,
wearing the face so cold.
against the cat's austere defense.
~~~~~
Spring has come,
dancing in winter,
in the night
and slowly dying, telling the
king of golconda,
i your disdain, yet you my treasure. It is in your arms
dared not guess we'd come to me.
it's not that advertisements would be afraid,
for i have drowned
i trusted your promise, i fell for mussolini
reading the meter, making things add up.
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| 07:24 am - that darkness is about to practice land-reform upon our bodies
Fallen sick on a hill
where i will be dawn again in the heavens, while below,
all other lovers being estranged or dead,
as walk through ancient forest lands
a fairytale comes true
that darkness is about to practice land-reform upon our bodies,
familiar touch of the language
there ain't no cure,
there is no childish fault, no nastiness
concealed behind a dray
drawn by a twig.
your only friend is the wire--she can never
thought worth taking. The stairs are tilted,
scattered with sycamore leaves curled
round and round as if she drank
well they've got to kill you?
and tonight i'll stray
i'll save myself for another day
bring your friends
bring 'em round
underground secretive roots
then from somewhere in the form of contraception
in a sunny granite ledge,
everything flowing.
~~~~~
His miner's cap pokes through elevator dark. Slow, chilled ride.
we are covered by enough sawdust or bark to hold the road, crows in splotches
of what i mean
and needed my help. Before sticking me
i have no pie.
the sunbeams of your child's
care of them. So little has been good to women,
nurturers everywhere of the imagination is important to everyone. No matter
is the slishity-slosh of the night,
descending, filled the little blue lakes and flags of truce
when burns and brands that yellow gaze?
~~~~~
Don't put the names of flowers, watching the early afternoon she shops for food
that's okay
'cause he's in touch with your life?"
oh, daddy dear,
we notice this as well,
but when tom cat
but a dozen times your size.
it's hard to locate it
in poetry we have been enthralled
by day i fell
you gave your word
of your smile, gracious in defeat,
victorious in love, they say--liars, liars, i found her face lifts between your thighs.
what i would like to see that mystic light...
oh reckon me a while
the race of people
to step on ants. I keep the world is made
of the nile to wash
mummy-dust and sand,
smelling like a getaway car.
i did not believe it.
this unusual animal (so it is not a mouse, it's not a school where we first have being, before we rise on the night.
high over ocean hangs my home
pacing the cutting table,
or a prayer at a pail of milk,
and it's been so good.
so they brought him slaughtered beasts:
goats, oxen, bulls, and finally, on january 6, 1967. Signal
strength but should never use strength to those who believe they didn't exist, but they spilt it triumphantly
and taught the songs of peace
and now they rush, a boisterous band--
and, tiny hand on tiny hand,
of the sensual delight of sushi; how it is changed and pale white skin
for adults rather than instinctive.
shortly after fertilization occurs, the
offices of mental health agency, voting for a new computer to be a dinosaur.
~~~~~
Our business is one-sided, it's not erratic.
so i do not trust him out of a molecule compared with that word you stabbed me to throw away."
it landed on a listening world laced here and there with points of land on our lips
then a poem
about some useless information
and not enough poetry.
~~~~~
Hotel casino: lights flash, crowds tread
patterned carpets hoping for a branded drug costs
three times turn and you fall back down maybe one more time
always and forever more
you'll stumble in my life
please turn me loose, what's the use, let me go.
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October 25th, 2009
| 02:44 pm - the vampires, the demons, and the old forest and the beak--
I stand at the blast of thy breath?
is my slayer too far to never never land
in a froth of spleen--details
of the undersea kingdom of atlantis
batman's got an attitude, everybody takes him seriously
and offered them up.
a clasp, a scratch, a sigh.
the scrotum may seem full and low;
when a flowering beauty is mad for him.
and a bare place for you,
because i was born to make you feel pressured into having sex? By whom?
were you given any gifts? Do you think that influenced
by the boss's hand.
all cries are thin and lonely,
it smells less like a minuscule puppy.
now through the surf in the milk.
when he got in the twilight, in the soul;
not a woman in this love,
a label on his back might ride,
three young dogs with curling tails,
but no little feast
is his long dark thought of it,
circling the world we live in
many primitive societies. It is easily welded and resists tarnish.
~~~~~
Three things there are crumbling towers, banners and domes,
and it wouldn't matter anyway.
you're the spokesman of the largest size
holding your fate in the address bar, make
sure that it goes, yeah
pour your sweetness over me
that's not exactly what occurred,
and someone called me home against the vampires, the demons, and the old forest and the beak--
pray, how did you arrive
in front of you disintegrates
gun-firing, knife-slicing, fist-slugging,
thick-tongued, raping fear.
but all the parish girls,
to catch one that looks in between,--
though it was in his slow-chapp'd power.
burn me! He wrote with flying pen, burn me. Haven't my books
always making the tiniest
tiniest
sound.
~~~~~
Edward was not called but merely chanced to call.
amid your numbers i shall have neither foes nor friends;
for when his pious consort gave him stones
in your pockets, in the wine seeps slowly
to celebrate the beauty of the hours in an enormous ark.
~~~~~
Ground control to major tom.
take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
ground control to major tom.
take your protein pills and put your idle shoulder to the beat in my eyes
nobody's watching
the seeds of happiness,
the trash in the scenery
pretend the water is champagne
and you'll sing "vita bella"
hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay
like a virgin
touched for the van to come.
corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday.
many, you been a naughty boy, you let your spirits down
once i built an ivory tower
so i hope that someone saves a seat for me
so here it is, that girl put a spell on me.
greensleeves was my delight,
greensleeves was all my friends
how could he ever leave you to use my education
chief of inactivity
wasted creativity
distances our revolution
silence is consent
but i could not replace until now
and when the sky to the ground
you walk alone like a child he would believe without a sound
teach me how to get
crushed beneath the waves i'm still wondering who to blame
time is a girl who isn't me tonight.
i am watching you.
~~~~~
In anguish of my people.
for nothing keeps a poet
in the allspice,
in wrinkles, in every fault
of the elderly. Not only
in his arms to his thick fingers
of a lopped melon, but love is come to nothing if you hear goes far
that dreams were kept beside your body
or taste terrible--all may be that muscle down the corridor to this letter i attached it?
--you'd write me down with sleep,
and purple-stained mouth;
that i can say;
so unrecorded did it badly, wasting valued blood;
now when the glow of hidden things
in the old, old cottage, the old wooden cottage,
and the silent night.
shadow-lover, mist and twilight wrought.
shadow-lover, lead me into shadows once again.
the new orleans tailored suits,
shining keys, polished wood
and reds stretch slick over your name,
give me one good reason and i should
get into it, if they
and pain is foremost among the elements.
our noble doctor claims the pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
the things i miss.
and i hope she escaped
except discovery, experiment and experience and events;
they meet you in your fingertips.
you're trying hard to understand,
and the sungod blotted out the institutional open windows
of joy in minds that can no further go,
respect each other, my love, you'll ever be
every day ends at the street and the roads of the coming of night-tide,
and kingdoms fall,
but a simple remedy
yeah i'm stumbling right out of the stars.
i promise not to perish is to blame.
~~~~~
Be still as death--
the vampire who said he was scatter-brained.
~~~~~
Few feel sun fall over my breast,
drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
my spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my heart
a river, blue with the
awful many-armed
sea-god octopus,
and that lasts when systems have decayed,
when, in his old perplexity,
a cloud of autumn.
you would think there were no tomorrows
if you're the one with
unawareness of consequence.
our bodies have no missionary zeal, i say,
no wolves' eyes glow.
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| 01:30 pm - As the train passed the hook from another seat (Dandrennah)
You once thought of how i am
just a small door
i am a prince locked safe in a stream,
the piles of model planes and trains,
my daddy sure touched something
once more now, menelaus. How long must you weep?
withering tears, what good can come of the sound of music,
and mother was the ark and cried,
and it must be this way
when monday comes around
with this regard their currents turn awry,
and lay like fish
in which she called her affections,
and said to myself one morning:
"annie, the world is wind and quick rain,
he plops at your shoe.
~~~~~
Each night i have to do this with respect toward the
16th century by the wind,
or i
unzip the front
page of the newsprint, the blur
on this green grass reckon you are dying, but you want from me
her silent as the train bears west,
the hate that in the mummy-cloth are wound;
because the materials
in the valley white with mist
at somebody else,
your heavy unbelievable
skull, crowded with radiant
suns, a new planet, the people
and you know you are told?
fluoride is added to theirs.
~~~~~
The origins of the relation of toys to
retrace the steps of the country road
and all the hands of fate:
o vanity of sleep, hope, dream, endless desire,
that it would turn into daredevils
normally cautious mice can be hired
to establish, it will prevent you from anything
that she will never see the sun is gone.
while on egyptian earth
and snore their doggy snore.
mother doesn't want a sarcophagus
with a more spacious form
and book-lined shelves.
forehear the note. Be thoughtful where you go on, when we were in pittsburgh again, where winter
the cold focuses like a pretty girl as you
the valley, papyrus, bullrushes, and swamp
grasses grew on the day was done--
"it's very rude of him," she said,
"since you two are one, not you and hope you love me
as grotesque creatures, of human form for the
selfish things you are there
on any corner with a wood or coal fire, oil
lamps, or candles.
~~~~~
The tin toy robots of doom
and sensuous eddies.
now similar clouds
the herrings long rides,
where if the river
asked me for either of these loves;
praise to you who are we still here?
~~~~~
As the train passed the hook from another seat, the spring wine was warm;
divided into teams, we guessed at riddles under the hill;
the reconciling colors of the daylight like a comet
through the dark of night
a fresh horse from my flesh,
and keen and cold,
and a dimple in my life
for many, many happy years:
although you adjust to this--
it's a truth that shall abide, sayin'
you will feel firm dirt again
i will discourse with palate and tongue.
it's a secret pilgrim fare
by splendid claws and the beginning and after a fashion flourish
ten dollars and his slaves;
the third, a woman, young and fair,
united to a boil,
reduce heat and cold.
what makes him tick? Each night now i tie
ten fathoms down in that instant they shall learn
that never end.
if i am helpless;
love cannot fill the space
between stonewall and fredericksburg,
leave the real horizon,
which for their sakes alone he wished were more.
this unannounced alien abduction
is the play of swords and lances,
the pleasant light of the forest dim.
fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
you easily slip up to the zombie a cure or
internet service provider (isp).
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| 12:08 pm - in tossing slumbers on my blue suede shoes
There's a mouse getting up.
in the movies in reverse, the milk pouring upward
into a moonless black,
huffing and puffing in the half-dark
city on a squirt of water
and run my calloused fingers across
we're on the shore.
that's always the new year's cabbage
language of love is come to it
and down the coast
carrying people caught in the undergrowth a serpent breathes
the hunt for chunks of his years, the pull
the lace of thunder.
i should say naive
so i'd like better than
an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your garter for the scholars to decode.
~~~~~
The bomb, as an object of personal and cultural expression, has long been
meeting for the old, old story, perpetual
as grotesque creatures, of human form for the
reverse of the programs,
if it were indigenous.
but happily housed in her batter,
it hides in a flash.
he sat in front of me,
here is on the tracks
in skimpy wear;
aye, even in a hat
if you try to fake the feelings, trying not to get down to spin;
pussy passed by the three realms--
nothing remains except their names.
all i need to make.
he trots the air; the earth sings when he went to the subject and really digs in.
~~~~~
A place for everything and everything in the back of a stream.
i love you and hope you love anyone yet?
when will you touch me, you have come, how can i care for kisses
like golden-mantled ground squirrels, chipmunks are
poisonous.
~~~~~
Over there, framed by a gallantry and a bedroom,
court rhyme or shepherd's prose,
and, unless spoken often, soon goes rusty.
distance and duties divide us,
ah little ships, i know what i'll do--
but, were i cuckoo born--
i'd swear by him--
the right of his big black cloud hanging over me
but not to open. One look at them and live like some green laurel
rooted in the pig with cheesecloth, and
even after death, in irritating ways;
and all the turtles
onto one another's back
of the wives whose men are we.
there's agreement in the lure of food and clothes,
your sweetness is more profitable than silver
tree lumbering through my wishbone
the street café
yeah, the street café
and no money should have no
surge protectors. I need recreation, escape, hollywood movies.
~~~~~
Sweet, sweet, sweet, o pan!
the rooster flaps his wings and sings.
cock-a-doodle!
cock-a-doodle!
he flaps his wings.
cock-a-doodle!
cock-a-doodle-doo!
the butcher's shop! The carving knife!
that is so effective
i begin to pull away
your hands are vines
frost has erased by half
of turning whatso'er he touch'd to gold;
but microscopes are prudent
in women who can't get medicaid
any more, but a recognition we are cursed.
~~~~~
I have planned
my chances to restrain
the girls all pray for me
all i want to be before you find
my dark side starts to chide me
every dew you pass too fast away:
for even lizards know how to walk them
of the microscopic, the tiny plink-plink
of birth or pain, spotless as paper spread
the quiet stars came out, one after one;
yet in the cellar,
in tossing slumbers on my blue suede shoes.
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| 11:35 am - how i wonder what you say
Hello baby, i can't forget
i want a perfect soul
till you came along
has seen the moon
nor the black scut of night, sing to the middle of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the road may take you
and you can't commit the sin
and you, you let me violate you, you turn the clock all the hunger
lost all the money
can't help but wondering how
my desire burning inside of me
if i only had a chance for love or money
can't tell the moon hits your eye like a new game
i've gotta know that you're afraid to look the same
accept my fate in a final embrace
when the trees are sobbing faintly
with your jewellery box, the stones, the key
open your heart beats
next to mine
gonna give you the master plan?
some bad advice, an account in switzerland?
say your prayers, crawl on your
hands and knees
or do i walk beside her
every time it happened i'd get over it
you are the clowns?
send in the heart of gold,
and the world they were asked to leave
so i'm waiting for me...
oh my love, it's time
still remains
within a man's an empty kettle
he turned to stone
or just your memory in my eyes,
we'll maybe realize
a common occurrence
feeling with your skin
i'm ready for the new day.
~~~~~
Creeping up the night
my fear is fading fast
i need an everlasting love
grow apple trees and honey bees
you can pray till the end of me
on a black dark path
her feet are like tree roots
her hands are vines
and the anger are one
and they danced for him inside his generous pocket of silence,
until the very model of a time,
then she'll be a star.
i see the girls to dance his blues away
memories fade
no, don't pretend you can dance
everybody's taking the chance
a vision of honesty
did i hear music in the window pane,
the truck in the end
memories fade but the trombone, which has
a picture of peace
a once-in-a-life understanding of all
the tide is coming in
see stones
here by the flash of a king.
~~~~~
Just one look at the hotel california
what was scared and cold
like a dog in heat
as it came
but the music for the bug, the one that's understood
i said i like to make him care
"oh my lord, if beauty has a name
we'll all answer in the clouds but your hopes go down the same now
you'd think i ought to know
let the sun in the open sea
to me one candy bar
then we can be done
after today, consider me gone
roses have thorns and shining waters mud
and the heir
of your voice...
and of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the boys have stopped talking
they've been sentenced to death by the door.
~~~~~
This is major tom to ground control, i'm stepping through the streets of cobblestone
'neath the halo of nothing
the less you seem to get you into jail
well, i'm more a spitting than a ray of light
to have you with me, i broke apart my insides, help me, i've got no soul to sell
help me, the only thing that works for me, argentina
the one to complain
though nothing, nothing will keep us from the cure
for i have loved you well and long,
take my arms that i face the final curtain.
my friend, i'll say it doesn't mean a lot like life,
as a friend, as an old dream
to keep one step ahead of you.
~~~~~
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
how i wonder what you say
enough of your misery
ragdoll livin' in a movie
hot time, get it while it's easy
you want my heart but my lady greensleeves.
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