Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
O LORD, THOU KNOWEST
O LORD, THOU KNOWEST
Does your seaweed hair in slowmotion unfurl
Overcranked with seasilt
And do your lips moistly part
Like a pungent oyster
Your pearlglistening eyes
Coldly reflecting across their surface
The forgotten face of your brother,
His features blank with unreason—
Submerging, descending
As you rise to meet him?
Can Love journey into such depths
And retain its name—
And can an angel, feathers choked with oil,
Lungs packed with silt—sing of wonder?
Does your seaweed hair in slowmotion unfurl
Overcranked with seasilt
And do your lips moistly part
Like a pungent oyster
Your pearlglistening eyes
Coldly reflecting across their surface
The forgotten face of your brother,
His features blank with unreason—
Submerging, descending
As you rise to meet him?
Can Love journey into such depths
And retain its name—
And can an angel, feathers choked with oil,
Lungs packed with silt—sing of wonder?
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
BUFO AMERICANUS
BUFO AMERICANUS
Sleeper wombed in warm unlight
Slipperquivering flesh of red unreason
Legs twitching, you groan
and from your amphibious lungs bubble
the mumbled syllables of incoherent prophecy
a bubblebabble of koax and brekkek
gurgling to the heavens...
Do angels stand at the four corners
of your bed, drenched in their scaly commodities,
trumpets at their licked lips?
When you ripplerise you wash away
your frogface, and straightening your tie
step out the door, leaving
wet footprints in the crimson clay.
Sleeper wombed in warm unlight
Slipperquivering flesh of red unreason
Legs twitching, you groan
and from your amphibious lungs bubble
the mumbled syllables of incoherent prophecy
a bubblebabble of koax and brekkek
gurgling to the heavens...
Do angels stand at the four corners
of your bed, drenched in their scaly commodities,
trumpets at their licked lips?
When you ripplerise you wash away
your frogface, and straightening your tie
step out the door, leaving
wet footprints in the crimson clay.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Landfill
Look! It is the consecrated mount
Of suits sans bodies
Footless shoes and neckless necklaces
Empty belts still buckled
to the hard-won third notch
Whispering in ghastly pizzicati
Rustling, shivering in the thin breeze
Patient for their inheritance
Patient as valleymaking drops.
Of suits sans bodies
Footless shoes and neckless necklaces
Empty belts still buckled
to the hard-won third notch
Whispering in ghastly pizzicati
Rustling, shivering in the thin breeze
Patient for their inheritance
Patient as valleymaking drops.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Teacher cartoons
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Friday, June 1, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
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