what time did the pizza guy say he'd arrive

electronica
Unregistered User
(2/17/06 11:20 pm)
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i caught the milky
way from a sky i've never seen
moon rose blood red and big
god's angry eye above waters
avenue, over the semaphores, forever
rising, falling.

she sings to me a song you dedicated
then, when i never heard it.
let's sing it together now.


outside this first floor window
my doors, shut,
i hear the piano play in that apt
you rented, on the edge of a river
i never stepped in.



there's a different you now, a different me.
we haven't met. never will.



mirror gun
Unregistered User
(2/18/06 9:52 pm)
Reply and the bosstones of barroom brawls
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final last tunes on the magic giving ring.
the wooden frog straddles strings
cracks a past right in your face.
right in your face.


what you do now sucker?
kiss it and make a princess
throw it and make a frenchman
flip it and try again.



that'll be 26 cents please.
keep the penny.



double shot of jose cuervo
and you can squeeze out the lime's line.
it runs from her ass
all the way past his fist.
duck



gfhddghhhhhhhhfffffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh



trashpo
ezOP
(2/18/06 7:17 pm)
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incense & wolf-shadowed tunes
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how when the sun's out
beating on the horsetrack and you park there
right beside the big suvs and the valet
sees you and tells you to move
but you're just waiting for your boy
friend to get his last paycheck
and the boys are in the back saying but i've never
seen an actual horse race and they still don't
cuz you have to drive in ever ineasing circles around
the flagged off valet parking area while the gamblers
and families file into the clubhouse area
itching to catch the last four
races live and up in the party
box they begin to yell and scream
unitelligibly but you're on the other side now away
from the pounding hooves the jockeying
for position the nose to nose and sacramental tickets
torn in two then four then eights and sixteenths
thrown into the air by losers raning down
like glissando confetti as you round the last curve



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the open g string of nachos
Unregistered User
(2/18/06 10:11 pm)
Reply realising she'd missed the bus, maia hopped on one foot
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did the rain dance on the corner of fifth
and tezaqual. no one watched as she removed
the first veil but by the time
ofthe seventh there were several comanches
waiting for the four fifteen. still maia
on the one foot, blushing in her pink angorafor all the world a flamingo,(she got the translator
on sale at the fea market. only a dollar. she
was willing to put up with whatever
glitches came her way as long as they'd direct
her to bathroom when the time came.)
suddenly she wasn't there anymore. the bus
came and went again, popping like britney's chorus/
it's up to the next passenger to decide what she was
saying, where she went.












she's on vacation and left me in charge.
you got this vision of her that's wrong
one sided. she never shows you what she keeps
trapped in her gut. sometimes i kick
hard enough, she lets me out for a walk.

for instance she hates
cheerleaders, saints, being on time.
and grace is that fake suntan in a tube.
always cheering for the saints
let them make their own matyrs
only the sacrificed deserve a poem.



()()()()()

that's all i can remember.


well, as far as i know
he didn't look today.

but i'm trying to keep it on the dl
this negativity i'm having.

i'm trying to say nothing
of his activities

until the day i give him two weeks.
two weeks. and if can't feel this coming.
he can't. and if i can't help it. help it.
one after one after one. 2ybf
is gonna lose it b/c his mommy love
isn't gonna tell him. i'll be
the last lesson he won't heed
or the last mother he don't need.















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