Wednesday, October 24, 2007
HI ME. I'M HOME!
SO, OK. I GAVE MYSELF A BIG HUG, TODAY BECAUSE I NEEDED IT AND IT WAS REALLY GREAT TO BE WELCOMED HOME EVEN IF I HAD TO DO IT MYSELF AND BECAUSE I REALLY NEEDED TO TAKE MY SHOES OF....AHHHH SO, HERE I AM IN MY DECOMPRESSION CHAMBER HAVING A FEW BEERS--HEY. WHO NEEDS THE BENZ? WHEN I START WONDERING...
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Monday, October 22, 2007
QUEST
Time to find the inner scale the outer has become shake-worthy so, the mind opts to travel as long as there are paths to follow Perhaps all this is known before seeking dimension: As story must record itself within its outer form Is there another way to have a life? Tedious the chore, but I would...
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Saturday, October 20, 2007
IN THE AUTUMN OF METAPHOR
Maybe I wish to sing of love like Neruda with gnarled roots twisitng down into this earth, my soil And to grasp this hand that would lead me back to my unaccomplished deeds Maybe, I wish I knew how to sing a song without metaphor and be carried like a seed to the threshold of my being To sing this...
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
DID I LEAVE MY SHOES IN BRIDGEPORT?
spunk, waddle, and contortions does Rubber Maid still make glue? I'll get it together if I can get my shoes back from Bridgeport (well, I was just there, wasn't I?) and the only reason I got lost is because it looked the same as any other place I've been except for the name of the streets & the 2...
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WHEN THE THEATER OF THE MIND EXPLODED...
When the Theater Of The Mind exploded the pen ran out of ink Bebop Betty was getting her act together before she put it on the road, while Lionel Hampton was in the saxaphone sction playing "Stardust" with his toes When the Theater OF The Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink Anias Nin was...
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Friday, September 21, 2007
FOR TODAY ONLY
I'm re-documenting faith, today with little stars and tiny green arrows crossed within a hue of blue Perhaps nothing will be noticed if the tree does not creak or the hand does not tremble Perhaps nothing will be noticed, at all if something does not happen Yes, I'm re-documenting a faith, today...
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
EXISTENTIALIST IN MY CLOSET
There's an existentialist in my closet snoring in my shoe sometimes I know his dreams better than my own because I don't have any But I put him under my bed, once and dreamed why Buddah climbs no mountains while three Christs show me their new pockets There's an existentialist in my closet a hermit...
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THE ROAD TO SEX
If I could have sex all day I'd probably get very confused All the zink would be drained from my body and I'd see the Sun as the Moon Then I'd be the last miner in camp to watch my bones fall apart my tongue would fall back in my scull and that's when my eyes would pop out No, the Road to Sex is not...
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CARA CLARA
what's in a face might be none of my business sparrows don't clng to dawn the red dog barks not only at noon my feet are not my thought but they take me where I'm going simpler, then, to think what one is or decalre the same name, twice without the mirror
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