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Monthly Archives: October 2009
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Evaluative precepts don’t conform us;we reshape ourselves for them, as the worldsprings more complex / we put up a fussand eschew mystery for paths unfurledby the hand of the Law; on greenish rugswe run–ran, trod on–by expectation: they’ll be se… Continue reading
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There’s water weight holding down my stomach,as a ship of fools that’s packed to the brimdoes sink and swim–a sub supra hammock-like flows and feelings over waters swim: But queasiness is learning to be real,so I’ll slurp up the salty water waves… Continue reading
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Tigresa la duquesa, no me abuses;también tengo garras, que nos las uso;uso sueños y sones, mientras luces,pa’ que vuelen los astros suso, ayuso:Cabellera cometa, rizos áureos se resbalan en el tiempo, sin rumbo;yo pierdo camino y paladeo;yo sabore… Continue reading
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With a daily shake of the daily pen,I provide for you all my daily dose;Your daily bread that’s spiked to unleaven,with metrical message in rhyming rows:Or columns of war, arranged in numbers, too unsound to count, to deep to recall;I strike, like… Continue reading
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I’m taking a trip to Backache City,its marquee juxtaposed in green and gold,against the arid backdrop of grittygrains of sand, and grains of thought manifold:The former fly endless in the wind, sun, but the latter dissolve in the deep glowof the i… Continue reading
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And now I begin to find truths in books, though meaning eludes my capricious mind, so I put each new text on tenterhooks, and dry out doubts with a vision refined: Desiccation is a dangerous word, and it cracks over my hands like lashes, from a th… Continue reading
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Treat each new day like an endless repeatof the last one but with a new wrinkle:our consciousness does grow and does defeata timeline view of the world and its people:Which means that our growth is cosmic, not straight nor linear–we expand and co… Continue reading
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This current isn’t new, but it’s fresh likea smell you can see in colors so fly,in oranges so stark and greens that strikein droplets on your nose, haze in your eye: My stomach rumbles, purrs; I hear the haze,lemon-red, canary burgundy wines–hugg… Continue reading
Old School Sonnets, vol. 2
This is a short revisit to the sonnets of the past, containing a single piece, written at the library stacks in April of 2007. 7:46 pm, S427contentment could consist of sixteen wordsand I’d swallow a dove for lack of shitI need something deep down… Continue reading
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We could lay time flat like as on a map,or you could build it up like hills of clay,or better yet, do both, put clay on map,and put rocks down, so it won’t fly away: Then, we’d open a pack of toy soldiers,and put them on the hill, oceans and land,… Continue reading
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