Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Number Fifty-Six
Brick, Concrete;
Asphalt, Mortar;
Some Wood;
Some Leaves;
Plastic;
Everyone I know is spastic.
Asphalt, Mortar;
Some Wood;
Some Leaves;
Plastic;
Everyone I know is spastic.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Number Fifty-Four
If I am only what you think of me --
When is a story not a cover-up?
My naked roommate asks me to place two trash bags in front of his bedroom door.
If stories are lies we tell in order to live --
If stories are lies we tell in order to cohere --
As he strums on another’s guitar in another’s room, is he....
If I am only what you think of me --
'I' is to forwarding address as….
When is a story not a cover-up?
My naked roommate asks me to place two trash bags in front of his bedroom door.
If stories are lies we tell in order to live --
If stories are lies we tell in order to cohere --
As he strums on another’s guitar in another’s room, is he....
If I am only what you think of me --
'I' is to forwarding address as….
Labels:
apologies to Rae Armantrout,
sanity,
words,
writing
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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