archival
after break break poem
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alone in the chill morning,pallid sun
beside the carcas of a bee
i clean my ears with a q tip.
there are two clean cotton
swabs left. i pick up
the frozen bee like sushi
but the anthers begin to move
she clings, then tumbles back
to cold a concrete bench.
her legs grapple with the pavement
pull her stiff body, pollen
gatherers, empty. i want her to die
in the arms of a rose so i gather her up
walk toward the red bush
but she struggles hangs
first upside down, then vibrates toward
flight i feel her in the swabs, but doesn't just falls
and falls into the cold wet grass
after break break poem
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
alone in the chill morning,pallid sun
beside the carcas of a bee
i clean my ears with a q tip.
there are two clean cotton
swabs left. i pick up
the frozen bee like sushi
but the anthers begin to move
she clings, then tumbles back
to cold a concrete bench.
her legs grapple with the pavement
pull her stiff body, pollen
gatherers, empty. i want her to die
in the arms of a rose so i gather her up
walk toward the red bush
but she struggles hangs
first upside down, then vibrates toward
flight i feel her in the swabs, but doesn't just falls
and falls into the cold wet grass
xerescape
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
vines, dried and ferny, fenny
under intermittent waterfall
from american airlines also the high cricket
whine from the exhaust and also
in the general background the echoes
of men and women/ that pole might contain
a camera or not. on the other side
of the fence a grove of mangoes, just
begun, a snakey water hose runs
to the most western, the smallest.
dip under the arbor , xmas colors
wonder where the finches eat
bubble wrap seat
wet and trashy in a hidden spot
smoke a little i think
i could yoga here or even rabbit
i want to go to ground
but there's no skeletons allowed.
typed in black
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
you had the bottle of mezcal but i
stayed up all night. sleep deprived
i shot side glances at your typepad
while simultaneously ripping out your bowels
and snuggling. you needed both. now i
have work in a couple hours, wonder
if i don't go in how much less they'll take.
there's a gag on the word right now.
you linger at the places i'll go ,
the way i'll defy speech.
wb
Unregistered User
(1/8/07 5:15 pm)
Reply
.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
see, this is how the next air had it-
not bound by icicles , but infinity.
that's why there's only one of us.
last nite i purchased free air time
and listened to the wind of xmas, a
couple lives ago. we strung little
books of poems on popcorn strings
and sold them for a buck. still
we're overstocked and looking for room.
i talked to hank, perhaps the only bar owner
that has ever failed in the business
and he was all happy n snap cheeze whiz.
i figure it's the oxygen he mainlines
but at any rate he sez we can live the product
bound and gagged on shelf 4 . no really,
it's ok and he'll even price it for us.
what?
you don't like botiques?
o
i'd say you're running the wrong track
barking the wrong biscut
four crayons into the stop light
but it won't do any good
so remember it's just me, behind those zipped
leather pants. no need to kneel or anything.
i'm still kinda short.
oopsy
Unregistered User
(1/5/07 12:16 pm)
Reply
spilled milk
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
u keep tryin to show me ur scars
u say not all men r from mars
but when we go out to the bars
u jumpin down all the girls bras
and this luv is a curse tho i no i've had worse
i can see u dont be u i see u dont be u
the last luv in my universe
once to me u quoted sublime
it was real early on in our time
when things were like new and ur love was a shoe
u turned on and off like a crime
and you've had an apple for lunch
taboo fruit flows in like a bunch
of memries you've tattooed in prison house blues
ur nothing else now but the crunch
guitar solo
i see them quite faintly, ur scars
their analog rides in my car
as we go once again to the bar
so i can black hole all these stars
and this luv is a curse tho i no i've had worse
i can see u dont be u i see u dont be u
the last luv in my universe
new red pome
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
at his red truck on the day
before new years dad slips me
a letter. we haven't been speaking much
since i told him off about male
role models how i'd much prefer my son
to model after my current bf
rather than my ex, his dad, and he says i can't
believe you said that you want him to...!
~what dad, live with a woman
twice his age? not
especially but the ex is an insane abuser
so given the choice ... and et cetera i let him
have that piece of my mind's been chewin on me
ever since a year ago he told me he'd love a free
meal ticket too so i don't hold too much
hope the red envelope i slide
like a handoff in some shoplifting scheme
it into my pocket contains
much good news. be alone when you read it
read it when you have time he says you don't need
to answer me, then he puts on his maroon
seminoles bb cap, jumps in the fire
engine red truck and heads down south. he gave me
fifty dollars too. now i'm sitting in my new crushed red video game
chair i picked up at target with his money
contemplating this ripe red sucker: rip it up or rip in open or take this matchhead
and teach it the color of fire.
because you said it isn't done
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i had to
do it. when will
you learn taboo
is the only desire
left to seek
when will
the lesson of can't become
those pieces of glass
embedded in my forehead
a circlet belonging to
the royalty of hope
that doesn't stop
till the grave.
ezOP
(1/12/07 10:46 pm)
Reply
the stars' archeologist
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i drew the joker today
reversed, putting on the devil's face.
ruth works the cables. strip a lead, pin it.
my son works the negative powers
for a lark. for a gamble, i'll
watch the hubble's input data
and filter for infrared. maybe then
we could see where this nebula's headed.
all this time i thought you were
conscious of this pale blue dot
and maybe you are, but you're not
letting on. anything could penetrate
my skin, strung out on all this dark matter,
stretched all the way back to your bones.
trashpo
ezOP
(1/12/07 11:15 pm)
Reply
make amends with the dust
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i'm convinced meiosis eve
is just as far back as we can go.
if we can date the cambrian
she'll put out, stripping off carbon
chains, exposing her fossils. but
that don't buy sapience. that's not my
metacognitive money shot. you say
the sphinx is older than eve, and
we must get inside her. i'd like to take
that apple and mush it, add some cinnamon.
if aliens were here, they might as well have been
human. or they are now. the point
is not that mummies' flesh is in better
shape than ten year old formaldehyde babies.
it's that those babies are dead. just the same.
you and i begin to think about dead &
how to get rid of that bloated feeling
when an inch becomes another mile, the mile
threads into the eye of a needle, and the camel
smoke rises toward heaven, ashes drift to the ground.
<< Prev Topic | Next Topic >>
appleinmyeye
Unregistered User
(1/11/07 10:37 pm)
Reply
cello
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
all night this week it's
music. words about music.
vivaldi's strings play the pond.
flitter in a sail, the sun's rhinestone beauty.
or it's civilization, how there's 50/ooo
points for art. youtube babies spinning
cover songs- about a river,
maybe, or a horse,s tail hitting a high note.
wb
Unregistered User
(1/10/07 10:11 am)
Reply
we owe each other the world
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
at the large sandstone rock
on the edge of the lawn
at work
i notice sawdust and run
my finger across it.
ants spring up, like angry red
water. i move back
and do it again.
westchase's exit is crowded.
i take my son to skool and forget
the creeping lines till i'm caught in them, one way out across a lake
bisected with this causeway. no rain today.
the wait at the light is minimal. this
is a community of gated communities.
this morning human
resources meets the superintendent
in the hallway outside the lab where i
program various sensors with
the proper parameters. i line them up
in neat rows, the better to confirm
the count. human resources is saying
did you see the ants on the wall outside last nite?
a huge swarm, i couldn't believe it! that's why
i called you.
some of the sensors won't take the program
i tag them and send them to myself
to repair.
trashpo
ezOP
(1/20/07 12:45 am)
Reply
sync
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
so she yawns and says she's tired
and he walks up,stands beside her and i say hey j
this is my daughter, s, & s
this is j, and j are you singing for us tonite
and he says my pleasure while carefully not staring at her
tits & i tell her about how j once told me
he feels fame
feels it's out of his realm b/c he's
a big guy, really big but he didn't say that tho it's what
we're all thinking, image and how its more important
than talent, self promotion and how it's a game
scarcely worth the candle cuz who wants to live
like britney and l lo anyway and then someone else comes up
to the mic so we all politely shut up
and he walks away but later
when he comes on to do his three
originals/his voice
from her teeny bopper years you remember
the boy bands don't you a she taps me
under the table with her foot
and says what did you say his name is?
forearm, nude
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
orion in the folds
the carboniferous forests
along the ridge. great
fallow stretches, pocked
with nothing but sediment
and the cries of lonely children.
at the bend, an invitation.
indulgence is the last sweet
before the grand opening
so grab your share.
look, the glove
begins to peal.
4 mimic pome
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
at the end of the week
i watch the next begin.
i want to laugh at these boundaries
we put on ourselves. instead
i tighten
the screws.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
alone in the chill morning,pallid sun
beside the carcas of a bee
i clean my ears with a q tip.
there are two clean cotton
swabs left. i pick up
the frozen bee like sushi
but the anthers begin to move
she clings, then tumbles back
to cold a concrete bench.
her legs grapple with the pavement
pull her stiff body, pollen
gatherers, empty. i want her to die
in the arms of a rose so i gather her up
walk toward the red bush
but she struggles hangs
first upside down, then vibrates toward
flight i feel her in the swabs, but doesn't just falls
and falls into the cold wet grass
after break break poem
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
alone in the chill morning,pallid sun
beside the carcas of a bee
i clean my ears with a q tip.
there are two clean cotton
swabs left. i pick up
the frozen bee like sushi
but the anthers begin to move
she clings, then tumbles back
to cold a concrete bench.
her legs grapple with the pavement
pull her stiff body, pollen
gatherers, empty. i want her to die
in the arms of a rose so i gather her up
walk toward the red bush
but she struggles hangs
first upside down, then vibrates toward
flight i feel her in the swabs, but doesn't just falls
and falls into the cold wet grass
xerescape
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
vines, dried and ferny, fenny
under intermittent waterfall
from american airlines also the high cricket
whine from the exhaust and also
in the general background the echoes
of men and women/ that pole might contain
a camera or not. on the other side
of the fence a grove of mangoes, just
begun, a snakey water hose runs
to the most western, the smallest.
dip under the arbor , xmas colors
wonder where the finches eat
bubble wrap seat
wet and trashy in a hidden spot
smoke a little i think
i could yoga here or even rabbit
i want to go to ground
but there's no skeletons allowed.
typed in black
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
you had the bottle of mezcal but i
stayed up all night. sleep deprived
i shot side glances at your typepad
while simultaneously ripping out your bowels
and snuggling. you needed both. now i
have work in a couple hours, wonder
if i don't go in how much less they'll take.
there's a gag on the word right now.
you linger at the places i'll go ,
the way i'll defy speech.
wb
Unregistered User
(1/8/07 5:15 pm)
Reply
.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
see, this is how the next air had it-
not bound by icicles , but infinity.
that's why there's only one of us.
last nite i purchased free air time
and listened to the wind of xmas, a
couple lives ago. we strung little
books of poems on popcorn strings
and sold them for a buck. still
we're overstocked and looking for room.
i talked to hank, perhaps the only bar owner
that has ever failed in the business
and he was all happy n snap cheeze whiz.
i figure it's the oxygen he mainlines
but at any rate he sez we can live the product
bound and gagged on shelf 4 . no really,
it's ok and he'll even price it for us.
what?
you don't like botiques?
o
i'd say you're running the wrong track
barking the wrong biscut
four crayons into the stop light
but it won't do any good
so remember it's just me, behind those zipped
leather pants. no need to kneel or anything.
i'm still kinda short.
oopsy
Unregistered User
(1/5/07 12:16 pm)
Reply
spilled milk
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
u keep tryin to show me ur scars
u say not all men r from mars
but when we go out to the bars
u jumpin down all the girls bras
and this luv is a curse tho i no i've had worse
i can see u dont be u i see u dont be u
the last luv in my universe
once to me u quoted sublime
it was real early on in our time
when things were like new and ur love was a shoe
u turned on and off like a crime
and you've had an apple for lunch
taboo fruit flows in like a bunch
of memries you've tattooed in prison house blues
ur nothing else now but the crunch
guitar solo
i see them quite faintly, ur scars
their analog rides in my car
as we go once again to the bar
so i can black hole all these stars
and this luv is a curse tho i no i've had worse
i can see u dont be u i see u dont be u
the last luv in my universe
new red pome
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
at his red truck on the day
before new years dad slips me
a letter. we haven't been speaking much
since i told him off about male
role models how i'd much prefer my son
to model after my current bf
rather than my ex, his dad, and he says i can't
believe you said that you want him to...!
~what dad, live with a woman
twice his age? not
especially but the ex is an insane abuser
so given the choice ... and et cetera i let him
have that piece of my mind's been chewin on me
ever since a year ago he told me he'd love a free
meal ticket too so i don't hold too much
hope the red envelope i slide
like a handoff in some shoplifting scheme
it into my pocket contains
much good news. be alone when you read it
read it when you have time he says you don't need
to answer me, then he puts on his maroon
seminoles bb cap, jumps in the fire
engine red truck and heads down south. he gave me
fifty dollars too. now i'm sitting in my new crushed red video game
chair i picked up at target with his money
contemplating this ripe red sucker: rip it up or rip in open or take this matchhead
and teach it the color of fire.
because you said it isn't done
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i had to
do it. when will
you learn taboo
is the only desire
left to seek
when will
the lesson of can't become
those pieces of glass
embedded in my forehead
a circlet belonging to
the royalty of hope
that doesn't stop
till the grave.
ezOP
(1/12/07 10:46 pm)
Reply
the stars' archeologist
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i drew the joker today
reversed, putting on the devil's face.
ruth works the cables. strip a lead, pin it.
my son works the negative powers
for a lark. for a gamble, i'll
watch the hubble's input data
and filter for infrared. maybe then
we could see where this nebula's headed.
all this time i thought you were
conscious of this pale blue dot
and maybe you are, but you're not
letting on. anything could penetrate
my skin, strung out on all this dark matter,
stretched all the way back to your bones.
trashpo
ezOP
(1/12/07 11:15 pm)
Reply
make amends with the dust
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i'm convinced meiosis eve
is just as far back as we can go.
if we can date the cambrian
she'll put out, stripping off carbon
chains, exposing her fossils. but
that don't buy sapience. that's not my
metacognitive money shot. you say
the sphinx is older than eve, and
we must get inside her. i'd like to take
that apple and mush it, add some cinnamon.
if aliens were here, they might as well have been
human. or they are now. the point
is not that mummies' flesh is in better
shape than ten year old formaldehyde babies.
it's that those babies are dead. just the same.
you and i begin to think about dead &
how to get rid of that bloated feeling
when an inch becomes another mile, the mile
threads into the eye of a needle, and the camel
smoke rises toward heaven, ashes drift to the ground.
<< Prev Topic | Next Topic >>
appleinmyeye
Unregistered User
(1/11/07 10:37 pm)
Reply
cello
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
all night this week it's
music. words about music.
vivaldi's strings play the pond.
flitter in a sail, the sun's rhinestone beauty.
or it's civilization, how there's 50/ooo
points for art. youtube babies spinning
cover songs- about a river,
maybe, or a horse,s tail hitting a high note.
wb
Unregistered User
(1/10/07 10:11 am)
Reply
we owe each other the world
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
at the large sandstone rock
on the edge of the lawn
at work
i notice sawdust and run
my finger across it.
ants spring up, like angry red
water. i move back
and do it again.
westchase's exit is crowded.
i take my son to skool and forget
the creeping lines till i'm caught in them, one way out across a lake
bisected with this causeway. no rain today.
the wait at the light is minimal. this
is a community of gated communities.
this morning human
resources meets the superintendent
in the hallway outside the lab where i
program various sensors with
the proper parameters. i line them up
in neat rows, the better to confirm
the count. human resources is saying
did you see the ants on the wall outside last nite?
a huge swarm, i couldn't believe it! that's why
i called you.
some of the sensors won't take the program
i tag them and send them to myself
to repair.
trashpo
ezOP
(1/20/07 12:45 am)
Reply
sync
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
so she yawns and says she's tired
and he walks up,stands beside her and i say hey j
this is my daughter, s, & s
this is j, and j are you singing for us tonite
and he says my pleasure while carefully not staring at her
tits & i tell her about how j once told me
he feels fame
feels it's out of his realm b/c he's
a big guy, really big but he didn't say that tho it's what
we're all thinking, image and how its more important
than talent, self promotion and how it's a game
scarcely worth the candle cuz who wants to live
like britney and l lo anyway and then someone else comes up
to the mic so we all politely shut up
and he walks away but later
when he comes on to do his three
originals/his voice
from her teeny bopper years you remember
the boy bands don't you a she taps me
under the table with her foot
and says what did you say his name is?
forearm, nude
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
orion in the folds
the carboniferous forests
along the ridge. great
fallow stretches, pocked
with nothing but sediment
and the cries of lonely children.
at the bend, an invitation.
indulgence is the last sweet
before the grand opening
so grab your share.
look, the glove
begins to peal.
4 mimic pome
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
at the end of the week
i watch the next begin.
i want to laugh at these boundaries
we put on ourselves. instead
i tighten
the screws.
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