like a butterfly
emerging from a cocoon
with a really bad tequilla hang-over
i will begin again
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
road colon
there are times
when words just aren't enough
at those times
I strap small flightless birds
to the tops of remote control cars
and draw my issues out
in random arcs
of kiwi slalom
when words just aren't enough
at those times
I strap small flightless birds
to the tops of remote control cars
and draw my issues out
in random arcs
of kiwi slalom
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
you are here
the duck never sleeps
he lurks at the dull edge of vision...
at the soft borders of night
he watches
tapping one webbed foot in time to the soft strains
of distant bagpipes
sipping mango-tinis
and watching
he lurks at the dull edge of vision...
at the soft borders of night
he watches
tapping one webbed foot in time to the soft strains
of distant bagpipes
sipping mango-tinis
and watching
Monday, January 26, 2009
know me... fear my fish-ness
the felt guru travels
the stuffed fish, alone, casts one plastic eye about
seeking an opportunity to spread chaos
but it's ok, 'cuz he looks cool
in his red hat
way to be, stuffed fish
way to be, little fuzzy lord of chaos
the stuffed fish, alone, casts one plastic eye about
seeking an opportunity to spread chaos
but it's ok, 'cuz he looks cool
in his red hat
way to be, stuffed fish
way to be, little fuzzy lord of chaos
Sunday, January 25, 2009
i'm not sorry
if a tree falls in the forest,
and the only one there to hear it,
is the pregnant, wheel-chair bound nun it landed on...
does it still get the points?
and the only one there to hear it,
is the pregnant, wheel-chair bound nun it landed on...
does it still get the points?
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