Wednesday, November 28, 2007

53/1,000,000

"...my world
of passwords!"

52/1,000,000

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

51/1,000,000

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

50/1,000,000

pull (do not
slam) out gently.

the soapy ears
hear the dirt.

49/1,000,000

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

48/1,000,000

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

47/1,000,000

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

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

46/1,000,000

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.