Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
i did this in history
i interpret history
to mean a trade
that i want to surround
like an idea that laughs at me
but it's not my laugh
i overheard it
by getting used to an opposite
1500 miles from kansas city
prominently stuck in a single day
like a pioneer journeying
onto your roof
shorts and a ribbon tied to my bed frame
beautiful mystic i can stand
all proportions
to mean a trade
that i want to surround
like an idea that laughs at me
but it's not my laugh
i overheard it
by getting used to an opposite
1500 miles from kansas city
prominently stuck in a single day
like a pioneer journeying
onto your roof
shorts and a ribbon tied to my bed frame
beautiful mystic i can stand
all proportions
Monday, April 12, 2010
notnostrums issue 4
it's up! it's here! try climbing over it. try ducking under. sliding down!
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Watch this owl sleep, preen, stretch, warm the new owlets and the unhatched eggs, feed itself, then feed the owlets. It doesn't care what you think of it. It's an owl.
(and let us pray that Sportsman's Paradise has good intentions)
(and let us pray that Sportsman's Paradise has good intentions)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My Aleeuna
It's incredibly loud anyways. I yelled
you look comfortable. Has it always been
so easy to read your lips?
Nobody touches anyone,
in our holding pattern, it's misty, hip, eye-colored
in the afternoon, the 10,000 year-old man attacks, moves on,
after the alarms sound, criminals devote themselves to mourning, move on.
And our fortune is described the loudest,
the loudest criminal alive assumes before it's revealed to us
that we have already wandered into death.
A kerchief is placed on a placemat.
Kerchief on kerchief.
Hold on to my future self.
My chain-reaction sits in front of an angel, I look at the ice
melting on the angel's tongue.
When the angel raises its voice
I am determined. Slice me a bit of your recent past.
It's 60 degrees in the water, up to my ears.
you look comfortable. Has it always been
so easy to read your lips?
Nobody touches anyone,
in our holding pattern, it's misty, hip, eye-colored
in the afternoon, the 10,000 year-old man attacks, moves on,
after the alarms sound, criminals devote themselves to mourning, move on.
And our fortune is described the loudest,
the loudest criminal alive assumes before it's revealed to us
that we have already wandered into death.
A kerchief is placed on a placemat.
Kerchief on kerchief.
Hold on to my future self.
My chain-reaction sits in front of an angel, I look at the ice
melting on the angel's tongue.
When the angel raises its voice
I am determined. Slice me a bit of your recent past.
It's 60 degrees in the water, up to my ears.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Miracle Grenade
I am standing next to the solid gold tube.
When I wait for it to speak a religion hurries in,
like a recycled screen, I call the Capitol.
I pose indirectly for a stranger
until I’ve discredited every inch of my body.
The Capitol is not your head. It tells your head
that you have none until it’s gone.
I see the figments of a careless toss.
You toss something in Italy
that lands at my feet. I pick it up.
When I wait for it to speak a religion hurries in,
like a recycled screen, I call the Capitol.
I pose indirectly for a stranger
until I’ve discredited every inch of my body.
The Capitol is not your head. It tells your head
that you have none until it’s gone.
I see the figments of a careless toss.
You toss something in Italy
that lands at my feet. I pick it up.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
used to it?
Not holding
anything back at all.
Nothing to do beautiful
go go go to school
curricular content
in the pool
they have never heard
content in a coma
for me that seems true
content and content
soon make the best word
I never heard my wife.
*
Need to go up there and you don't go home and don't don't don't always make you go again okay, don't know if blond hair cuts the content, so I'm going to personally.
*
Don't do that, have to do it, people with weird content. Love you seem sincere send some this is unfair.
anything back at all.
Nothing to do beautiful
go go go to school
curricular content
in the pool
they have never heard
content in a coma
for me that seems true
content and content
soon make the best word
I never heard my wife.
*
Need to go up there and you don't go home and don't don't don't always make you go again okay, don't know if blond hair cuts the content, so I'm going to personally.
*
Don't do that, have to do it, people with weird content. Love you seem sincere send some this is unfair.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Golden Head
I split your hand in two
and take one half away
to the mostly empty space
where an older woman
coos and draws a map of dashes.
This woman struck me,
she clapped during the silence,
as she lay an animal to rest.
I pretend I've had enough
and walk to the porch
on the other side of your house.
Half of your hand is not enough I think
and go back to her.
A patient and uncompromising season.
But I went back to you first
and you told me that your hand was bleeding.
Take this I said handing you your hand.
That's only half of my hand you said.
But you've always been open to that possibility I said.
You keep a liquid element in your shoes
and feel tired at the sight of me.
I remind you of a minor accident
By the freeway last night.
Someone who had lost two hands
Hit someone who was looking for a drop-box.
The woman was there and she exclaimed
that there are four parts to every empty space.
I think I overheard her
as I was rolling down my window to say hello to you
while you were whistling at a hurricane speed,
dividing the world between cool and between warm.
and take one half away
to the mostly empty space
where an older woman
coos and draws a map of dashes.
This woman struck me,
she clapped during the silence,
as she lay an animal to rest.
I pretend I've had enough
and walk to the porch
on the other side of your house.
Half of your hand is not enough I think
and go back to her.
A patient and uncompromising season.
But I went back to you first
and you told me that your hand was bleeding.
Take this I said handing you your hand.
That's only half of my hand you said.
But you've always been open to that possibility I said.
You keep a liquid element in your shoes
and feel tired at the sight of me.
I remind you of a minor accident
By the freeway last night.
Someone who had lost two hands
Hit someone who was looking for a drop-box.
The woman was there and she exclaimed
that there are four parts to every empty space.
I think I overheard her
as I was rolling down my window to say hello to you
while you were whistling at a hurricane speed,
dividing the world between cool and between warm.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
find the hidden tape recorder in maine
Have you invented or discovered any new and useful process, machine, article of manufacture, or compositions of matters, or any new useful improvement thereof? Perhaps a new, original, and ornamental design for an article of manufacture? Or possibly discovered and asexually reproduced any distinct and new variety of plant?
Just in case you have.
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Warehouse
When someone was holding me
I was holding a small home-made rocket.
It’s uncool they told me. A large number
in place of a swallow is uncool I said back.
But that’s like telling me when I visit
you you’re just seeing things. It’s like telling me
a valuable gift can be held between your thumbs I said.
We weren’t wearing anything in particular.
It was unexpected for the prize-warehouse
where we were steeping a huge drink.
I hate being a giant you said. Drink this
and compare it to the color of your hands
said a hidden and sparklingly young mad boy.
Who is not here I said. The rest of us you said.
Evidence of the escape the boy said.
I was holding a small home-made rocket.
It’s uncool they told me. A large number
in place of a swallow is uncool I said back.
But that’s like telling me when I visit
you you’re just seeing things. It’s like telling me
a valuable gift can be held between your thumbs I said.
We weren’t wearing anything in particular.
It was unexpected for the prize-warehouse
where we were steeping a huge drink.
I hate being a giant you said. Drink this
and compare it to the color of your hands
said a hidden and sparklingly young mad boy.
Who is not here I said. The rest of us you said.
Evidence of the escape the boy said.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
family vacations gifted to dog fights
have nothing in common with the plum tree
a new protest copies a new behavior
approximately called the moving picture
having kissed common playgrounds
have nothing in common with your CB radio
having scooted into the sun by your pool
has a recipe naming your throat
something in common with the aisles of your heart
has nothing to forgive you for
a loose eye has nothing to forgive you for
has niagara falls printing film thin influenza
has nothing in common with influence
a perfected science and a sure thing
has a common pilot circling a pigeon
having nothing notable to lift
the heart has nothing to prepare you for
turned haphazardly to meet a butcher's eye
has ordered twice into an approaching storm
have nothing in common with the plum tree
a new protest copies a new behavior
approximately called the moving picture
having kissed common playgrounds
have nothing in common with your CB radio
having scooted into the sun by your pool
has a recipe naming your throat
something in common with the aisles of your heart
has nothing to forgive you for
a loose eye has nothing to forgive you for
has niagara falls printing film thin influenza
has nothing in common with influence
a perfected science and a sure thing
has a common pilot circling a pigeon
having nothing notable to lift
the heart has nothing to prepare you for
turned haphazardly to meet a butcher's eye
has ordered twice into an approaching storm
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
gerard jeremiah
jump ghost, hold that freezer open, for three days I circled the police fountain, waiting for fortune, or an abundance of neutral possibilities, my wet face is like the mud in your hands, the blind animals underneath, flavoring layer, kind of flavoring layer, the flavor-saver, you can have anything, it's possible I just caught it in a net, all-american creator, clean my hands on your wet face, I have seen your favorite place to posture and it is a good one, that varied idea of normal, 160 pandas, or the possibility of a cave in your arm, [expletive].
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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