Thursday, April 30, 2009

Muse


la de da places whispering stares
keep up with the creeps
fake diamond like earrings
their pierced bleeding hearts
all musicians get laid
tiny babies in the muses hands

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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Body of Earth


levitated to high without wings
death splashed over the ocean
sipping up the ego in the tide
no colors splashed on sand
blown in the eyes calling to Earth
reflecting the salt of the body

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Medusa


obscure clouds calming Medusa
laughing disconnected screeching
bring on the truth of the shield
mediocrities Garden of Eden
away from the breast to stone
no feet to ground no sex to feast

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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Poppies


softness visioned in cracked lips
wrapping the soul in rapture
completing autonomic desires
space widened off mystic psalms
palms white with poppies
awake in the bark of a tree

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Sinking Tanker


limping eyes watering from exhaustion
glittered cheeks pinched wholesomely 
biting the cheese away from the mouse
kindred to the sinking tanker
mauled by small de-brained dogs
kidding yourself with dreams of escape

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Monday, April 27, 2009

Babies with Ice Cream


sweeping babies with ice cream
as they giggle with pink bubbles
the sand poured withed gritty maturity
diaper cream smothered
pass the bagels to sit on
silly folks laughing like monkeys

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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Clay Illusions


pointing spit rolling your tongue
lifting grounded sparks
misfits gaining knowledge
etching the body on fire
clay sculptures twisted
in the illusion of concentration

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Friday, April 24, 2009

Voodoo


suck the spice
crumpets and tea
desperate voodoo
answering questions
with donut glazed holes
so crass for legitimacy

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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Flowing Echo


spinning down the flowing echo 
white flowers whisper fragrance
uneven numbers centrifugally placed
balancing stone and straw
widening the porous gap

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Monday, April 20, 2009

Fast Fruit


yesterdays oranges tasted like lemons
the seeds were old and cracked
mimicking the squish of a slimy slug
the stinging salt wounds inflicted
de icing the snow plowed roads
for fast cars with cans of citrus fresh

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Little Toes


the dangers that lurk are washed in my eyes
it was as if the big fat bully stepped on my toe all over again
never thought the fractured toe was so significant
it could have been caused from any number of incidents
like the times at horse camp getting in the way of the horses hoof
or moving around furniture I shouldn't dare have lifted
I get it now you should really be more cautious with fragile little toes

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Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Clock


likewise said the clock
see what makes me tick
numbers on the surface
sternly forced 
lying by the bed
reliability for the sleeper

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Soft Places


the last moment of truth
the loop that was promised
your hand on my heart 
reaching in to find me
giving up all the soft places
like clouds watering heaven

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Small Bird


molded from a knot
wood dry smooth and lumpy
the bird that flew
up so high 
only dreams could follow
no space for distance

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Friday, April 17, 2009

Jim Morrison


If Jim Morrison was a vampire
and he tired of singing 
the words would transfuse
to his victims 
kissing you unconscious
meeting in the end of the night

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Restless Leg Syndrome


words slouching on the couch 
emancipated from youth
sexy arthritic hands put to waste
restless leg syndrome begging for a walk
opening the blinds 
is that bird shit on the window

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Mac out


the last spot two toads mimicking the fly crazy little fish with whiskers and dots coughing is the venomous snake cuddling likable mice wearing new hats the old timers wearing silk robes rocking out to iTunes on their Macs

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Toast


the last regret was chewed up for breakfast
mostly a random thought brought up like toast
comfy in the tight uncomfortable booth
inconsistency of the waitresses day
put forth on the table with a glass of funky water
while the bus boys wipe the slate clean

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Cold circles in the rain


the space crept with rhythmic moaning 
awake in the dusk dreaming of life storming
the cold skin that feels the cement on bare feet
before there was no meadow
barefoot and half naked
spinning in the rain

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Friday, April 10, 2009

The Mines


solid and void of delinquent desires
monitoring the faucets for slight discoloration
broken down wind pounding at the door
catching fragrance deep in the mines

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Thursday, April 09, 2009

Tenacity


painted on claws with the tenacity of a tiger
spiritual bonds tied with brittle leaves
constellations pointed to the over sexed beasts
winters prevail over sensitive bears
washing away the splinter in the toe that bleeds
claiming the innocence of the spring

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Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Rebirth


the sad truth of death is the lingering scent 
memorized every moment taken for granted
basking in the sun and replenishing in the rain
the body languished for the remembrance of touch
tears cried from birth recycled to the grave
replenished from a seed and an egg 

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Tuesday, April 07, 2009

The Ant


the ant deviates from it's colony
running leaving the crumb behind 
to find a wrapper with left over chewy taffy
the line up ahead with a small gap
unable to leave behind the sweet sense of freedom
the unseen ant of one smashed by a big shoe

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Sunday, April 05, 2009

The Gypsy Rojo, Descending


holding up the weight of heavy eye lids
in a flicker the blackest souls from heaven descend
chanting in ancient tongue for the protector
falling backwards on the bus floor
the yellow eyes tearing the metal roof back
grounded to the salt swept floors the next soul emerges

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