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Friday, April 14, 2006

Monkeys and stifled poppies

There's some kind of saying somewhere that if you set a thousand monkeys going, banging away on typewriters for 1,000 years, eventually you'll end up with a Shakespearean play. It says something about probabilities or permutations, or else about the vastly underrated intelligence of monkeys. What if... Sign in to see full entry.

sky

This is dedicated to anyone who grew up on "A Child's Garden of Verses." I sit upon a wooden dock, my feet hang off the end And at this moment I am sure that I don't need a friend I cannot touch the water though my sneakers try their best And then I kick them off a while and lay back for a rest The... Sign in to see full entry.

Loaner

His heart was just a loaner Marked "Return this to its owner" In fact it was a boner He was just an organ donor And he never thought to phone her He forgot he'd ever known her The story's such an old one It's lousy with cliche She'd better claim amnesia, too And call it another day —Sarah... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Unsettled

I'm unsettled again My chart's lacking in earth signs I'm mistaking new beginnings for the beginning of end times I'm ready to fly but I'm frightened of heights And children, you know always let go of kites —Sarah Torribio-Bond Sign in to see full entry.

Losing my soul

I'm losing my soul in a sea of shameless self-promotion. But...as the great Lionel Ritchie once asked, "How can anything so wrong feel so right?" Sign in to see full entry.

Summer

When solarcane rains wet upon a burn When a swingset creaks with every turn I am always for a moment five or ten Because thats the age that summer's always been When I race my burning soles to shade Or wear a favorite dress until it fades I'm always at the beach or at the park Because that the place... Sign in to see full entry.

Monsoon

I was choked with desolation when the monsoon caused the saguaro to sway in the wind and the lightning to spread jagged fingers on the earth I was heavy with disappointment when the sky split and a lizard emerged from the creosote bush, splendid in a new suit of rain-washed scales I was deadened... Sign in to see full entry.

Purple sparks

Love's a shower of purple sparks falling in a pool of sharks, mellowed out by Yanni tunes, looking at the slivered moon, which laughs until its tears run down and purple sparks fall to the ground Sign in to see full entry.

Stains

A cigarette stabbed out in a coffee cup Snail trail of my vices, ashes of my dependencies Soon, the stains on my teeth will be shaped like land masses, like Pangea, like the earth before it broke —Sarah Torribio-Bond Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

A little sweaty. . .

little sweaty and alive I woke up at half-past five Sign in to see full entry.

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