Spice XXIV
Maximus himself is a kind of
fallen M.F.A. in "the darkest winter
of hunched shoulders" / some
disease of gardeners heaps up
properly / yielding a monk of
folk lore / a cookbook for a
blue tomorrow / kind of raw
1.4.10
NaPoWriMo Day 1: Spice Poem XXIII
Spice XXIII
for Sara Mumolo
with a blue tattoo for
an arm / a paper that looks
nice and yields with a flashing
sing / not the pavement to think
your name / landing on a green
fantasy bestiary report / oxygen
or the small heron still existed
for Sara Mumolo
with a blue tattoo for
an arm / a paper that looks
nice and yields with a flashing
sing / not the pavement to think
your name / landing on a green
fantasy bestiary report / oxygen
or the small heron still existed
12.2.10
V-Day Poem for my Boo
a love poem (the best one yet) to keep from having to do anything else / even eating
is it possible for fireflies
to get real work / bum-rush
the grave of Flint Hill / Kansas
and I admire the way rice
hates electricity / the way they fill
jars with real art / business cards /
banks and trusts / the memory of
our meeting
two of them did get real work /
building a city for owls / a chart
racing gradually sinks / insofar as
roses and barbecues are people /
they blink on Ot Moor and flush
dealing in thought / counting up
from one to ten / there are no fields
beyond this perfect hair / there can
be no gathering of firefly clods
and beware / winds so strong
it is difficult to radiate / the female
flashing attracts mates / or a
three-mile wide cookie
further afield / the woods are
surrounded by parents and whales
/ down in the dark / the witches /
over 2,000 / are very hungry /
listening to Kevin Bacon / flashing
while nature decorates its help
with glow worms and rolled up
slacks / it is a musical / a moth
on fire / small / humble / humbling
8.10.09
NEW COMIC BLOG!
Check it! I've got a comic blog now (my current obsession).
I'll be posting my own comics, comic reviews, and other assorted comic oddities I run into as my obsession runs it's course.
23.9.09
the sea is a good place to think about golf courses
The sea will be good to you
in time / succulent bits
of welsh rabbit,
dribbling in your hair,
tastes full of rebellion
whooping ocean filth
in your sweet little coven.
Rejoice!
Oho!
Will Tio fill the ocean
with Marlin.
The sea is acne / with fish.
Swimming makes the skin / dark fire.
19.9.09
"They’ve grown comfortable with their money," I said. "They genuinely believe they’re entitled to it. This conviction gives them a kind of rude health. They glow a little.""I have trouble imagining death at that income level," she said."Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands."
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