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Monthly Archives: October 2013
When life sounds like a country western song, wear sequins
when life sounds like a country western song wear sequins and sing it stained with transmission fluid sing Patsystyle crazy remember angioplasties while you snake that sink drain one more time, restoring flatlined flow and roll with the dice that … Continue reading
the lines
When you stay in the lines you’re not alive, just living by the numbers When you’re done matching patterns to paint, you’ll be preconceived– a flowerdrunk unicorn or Elvis, grinning on black velvet like whatever he sees is a fluffernut sandwich … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged black velvet elvis, living by numbers, paint by numbers, poetry
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What she said (a sort of roundel)
Return to me, love. My feet are planted deep in this country, sole to earth, rooted in the same soil where my father’s bones sleep. My spirit flows here, exhaled and rebreathed. Return to me and take what is offered. … Continue reading
Reinventing the Medicine King
In other countries, they call it baptism, that moment yielded to burn, when flesh rises like incense. Not here. We want to know why, but what can be said of worship when there is nothing left to give but this … Continue reading
cinders
pumpkins are unpredictable; not always orange and nothing is guaranteed not even a ride back from the ball I stood there, slippers shattering under the weight of too much dancing but the gourd stayed a gourd, implacably vegetable once the … Continue reading
Shutdown/Slimdown/Dumbdown
We just turned off the news in our house. We are already, just a few days into it, sick of the rhetoric. The brinkmanship of 80 members of the House of Reps, whipped by the BS of one Alfonso Cruz … Continue reading
this ain’t art it’s digital mindporn
if you read this and call me brilliant for that nanosecond I stopped writing paperclips metaphorically and became instead disposable lightly curved steel useful only in my holding together the curled sum of so many pages you have forgotten (this … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged humor, internet poetry, internet poets, poetry, pretension, shooting myself in the foot
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