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?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
crush the non-believers
i slow, steps faulter, stop
ill wind blows soflty through the woods
a centipede crawling on my spine
i shudder
the trees..
the trees...
the trees are full of... pigs
tree pigs
oink oink
rustle rustle
ill wind blows soflty through the woods
a centipede crawling on my spine
i shudder
the trees..
the trees...
the trees are full of... pigs
tree pigs
oink oink
rustle rustle
Thursday, January 15, 2009
my god... the felt-ish unease
the little purple felt guru...
it hungers for the beers that bow before it
the beers gives it power...
power it craves
it relishes its crown of beads
we cry
and turn away
(more beer)
it hungers for the beers that bow before it
the beers gives it power...
power it craves
it relishes its crown of beads
we cry
and turn away
(more beer)
Monday, January 12, 2009
the stuffed fish urges him on
little purple felt guru, why do you mock me
your mouth is the head of a small black pin
your eyes are the same
fucking bowling ball
you make me smile with your mute derision
your mouth is the head of a small black pin
your eyes are the same
fucking bowling ball
you make me smile with your mute derision
Sunday, January 11, 2009
turtles are good
snow is like nature's white, fluffy, frozen rain that falls softly from the sky
to shit on my world and bust my balls
to shit on my world and bust my balls
Saturday, January 10, 2009
bi-curious george
i take credit for other people's farts on elevators
which freaks the other guy out
when there's only two of us
which freaks the other guy out
when there's only two of us
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
the duck knows you're reading this
if i had a small silver box set with emeralds, i'd put my pocket lint in it
every new year's eve, i'd make a lint troll
then burn it
every new year's eve, i'd make a lint troll
then burn it
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