Wednesday, November 28, 2007


" world
of passwords!"


haunted by the lines
in your head. worse yet,
when they walk away,
n'you have to sit there
like an ass.

Monday, November 26, 2007


friends in the gray
of my breast pocket.
i was in the grocer
(by hyde) when they
spilled out. now i
can not read them.

Saturday, November 24, 2007


pull (do not
slam) out gently.

the soapy ears
hear the dirt.


horsecock eyes, eh
derby darlings? pre-
race on the floors, oh
c’mon. I will never
live this life again.


a borderland of two
hundred pages. nor
have we rent to read.
the neighbors ruled.
the novel has ended.


ruffians who can
weep-dance their
own drugs. ha.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


we move with destroyers
and wrong throat singers
whelmed by the turnstiles
of sick kids. on th’rise are
the songs. but they can’t
come out. they gargle up
on th’back of our tongues.
it is there where they stay.
we are forced to sing with
our hands but th’sick kids,
hate it. it makes ‘em sicker.
so we continue to move.