Posted by admin on September 23, 2009
image mirage;
Baseball battery adding
flattery to the collage
of already half
dazed barrage
of happy sounds.
Whispy winds clim
silently the ice behind
the image of ids
and egos inside
the isolated shouts
of your mind.
Heresy says he dreams of beers and smiles
from ear to toe,
bending the earth
in its curve of doom,
wearing thin the years
of earnestness.
Image mirage.
What you thought
you saw
you didn’t hear.
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Posted by admin on September 18, 2009
Self Deconstruct in
Ten
Nine
Eight…
Stop!
Turn left
At the light
Turn right
Down the street
Lights burn
Incense
Smells bad
Boys
Climb trees.
Stop!
don’t change the subject.
There’s a pattern to this.
Shut up.
I said stop!
Go!
Signifier
Left
Cycle
Black
Formal
White
Circle
Right
Signified
Stop!
Endless
Endless
Endless
Endless
What is?
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Posted by admin on September 8, 2009
Pounding round and round
Fingers up and fingers down.
Each key a stroke of doom
In the early afternoon.
The project must with grace
Be placed on the boss’s plate.
Ere his pronouncement make
And in the unemployment line wait.
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Posted by admin on July 17, 2009
Whip Stickitt
Get a ticket
Then go lick it.
About a toffit
To Ms. Moffit
On a loftit.
Ham scramble
In a bramble
I can ramble.
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Posted by admin on July 10, 2009
Icky, sticky, chewy.
Chomp, Squish, Ooze.
Day and Night she chews.
Doesn’t spit.
Doesn’t swallow.
All the taste is gone.
Behind her ear.
In her hair.
Sticky everywhere.
Around her toes.
On her nose.
Sticky fingers
Sticky thumbs
Sticky elbows
Sticky gum.
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Posted by admin on June 26, 2009
The end has a twist, like lemon.
The middle is voluptuous,
however you spell it. Tastes
like grapes, the purple kind.
The beginning is quaint like
little log cabins, but stronger
and more entertaining. needs
spice, ginger, it smells the
best. But not too much, after
all this is light reading and sweets
will spoil your diet.
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Posted by admin on June 19, 2009
Like drums that come and beat and stop
Round and dizzy you reach the top.
Sweat and blood smear your harmless face.
To stand and fight is no disgrace.
Flame and strength will never be gone
Till honor and glory be done.
Then take the fire and fight again.
The brand is hot, the foe remains.
No victor wins. There is no death.
No fallen foe takes his last breath.
Come now you fool to live this life.
No heroes here just daily strife.
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Posted by admin on June 17, 2009
Poetry is not inside. I
Write, true, but
Fiction comes too strong. the
Meter is wrong. I death a
Metaphor, I don’t know.
Climax is not dying, nor do I wish a
Character so dark. The heart’s
Image wants to be good, but the
Symbol is bad.
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Posted by admin on June 12, 2009
Willaim, raise your hand to talk.
Stay in your seat.
Color in the lines.
The correct
answer is C.
Wait for the bell to ring.
Math is the key
to learning.
Read.
Write.
no singing now.
Try harder.
Why can’t you be
like everybody?
What makes
you so average?
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Posted by admin on June 10, 2009
Jumbled thoughts of snot
Interrupted intermittently by
Images idling on my eyes,
Of you and puke and goo.
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