Tuesday, December 29, 2009

December 29, 2009



Semi-annual Harmonies


Facing the ceiling
the drill plays to the tune of
Toto's "Africa."


Floss Rock

Gums slowly bleeding,
she flosses me to the beat
of "Dust in the Wind."


"Adult Contemporary"

"That will sound better,"
he thought, "with somebody's hands
inside of your mouth."

Sunday, December 20, 2009

December 20, 2009















Recession


If time is money,
you would think we would slow down,
cause we're wasting it.

If money is time,
shouldn't we spend it on things
we enjoy doing?

Sunday, December 6, 2009

December 6, 2009


Either

You're always lying,
plastic bib clipped 'round your neck
your mouth open wide.


Or

You're always standing,
with overly-tan fingers
inside someone's mouth.


But

Can't you be sitting,
ready to suck the drool out
and to hand him tools?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

November 28, 2009



Habit


I procrastinate—
just until something bigger
needs to be put off.

November 28, 2009
























Futuristic

I want to be like
Usher's sweaty wife beater,
thrown into the crowd.

I want to be like
spelling a five-letter word
(but not the word "their").

I want to be like
night-skiing at Park City
every single night.

Friday, November 20, 2009

November 20, 2009


Desired

Come along with me!
Let's remember we're alive
by jumping off things.

Let's outrun our legs.
Let's put ourselves in harm's way.
Let's skin our elbows.

Don't apply pressure.
Let it get on your clothes. You're
bleeding evidence.

November 20, 2009
























Imago

It was dark (and warm)
inside my cocoon, and then
I emerged: a moth.


Bernardine


So lonely (and cold)
underground. Forced imago,
and you feel the same.


Prairie Fire Collective

So scary (and hard)
changing. You can feel the same—
revise the approach.
 

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