there's so much
wind
forgets its feet
and decides to take ours,
throwing us up
with a push.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Even if those eggs are human lives
And omelet must be made on this nice day
60 degrees in November. The turkeys
run for the heavens, land
Long past pavement now the clams dead
these mortified, these symbolic tourniquets
stuff the sand and burn away
I'm delayering my ignorant bike
Land surrenders its pancake developers
as roots mix with the melting never snow.
And omelet must be made on this nice day
60 degrees in November. The turkeys
run for the heavens, land
Long past pavement now the clams dead
these mortified, these symbolic tourniquets
stuff the sand and burn away
I'm delayering my ignorant bike
Land surrenders its pancake developers
as roots mix with the melting never snow.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Weather, to music.
doodads, tell the weather
choking friend, get mo' clever:
Listen, straight outta BK
the weather the menu
we see through this preview while dew
points list mildew
I choke the micro like it's macro
a gavel, my humidity
unravels in afternoon cupidity, cough lucidity
like when your eyes bugs
in your coffee, sun bit
makes you laughy, it's giraffy,
to reach for the moon, might be leggy
or necklace, the heckless
grips me too swoon, I soon
be so feckless, this dreckless spectator
sun die later,
this gassy ball, might fall,
throw that sea over here, it's near
I'm too blume, like Judy, my
Trudy Putoody...
Whatever. The weather is bullshit.
Ups and downs throughout the day
like I'm off my meds and this barns hay.
This came undone at the end. It was fun.
Gracias....totales.
choking friend, get mo' clever:
Listen, straight outta BK
the weather the menu
we see through this preview while dew
points list mildew
I choke the micro like it's macro
a gavel, my humidity
unravels in afternoon cupidity, cough lucidity
like when your eyes bugs
in your coffee, sun bit
makes you laughy, it's giraffy,
to reach for the moon, might be leggy
or necklace, the heckless
grips me too swoon, I soon
be so feckless, this dreckless spectator
sun die later,
this gassy ball, might fall,
throw that sea over here, it's near
I'm too blume, like Judy, my
Trudy Putoody...
Whatever. The weather is bullshit.
Ups and downs throughout the day
like I'm off my meds and this barns hay.
This came undone at the end. It was fun.
Gracias....totales.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
The school bus windows fog
and the spit wads glow
as they tumble up the aisle
breaking the cleanliness barrier;
The fog of bus, like the fog of war
is so outsiders don't see the goings-on
Until the Wiki-Leaks school bus info. drop
Proffered 70,000 half-blacked out docs
Into hungry journalists' hands on this rainy day.
and the spit wads glow
as they tumble up the aisle
breaking the cleanliness barrier;
The fog of bus, like the fog of war
is so outsiders don't see the goings-on
Until the Wiki-Leaks school bus info. drop
Proffered 70,000 half-blacked out docs
Into hungry journalists' hands on this rainy day.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
voter reassured temperature drop
my clam hands inside the streets are a pretentious mess
There is no good in betamax under 50 F
Slow production values and minimal facial recog.
drown the viewer in something like butter.
You were the Land O' Lakes Native American Spokesperson
that Halloween candy flew out of.
Darkened ghosts holding hot cocoa are freezing
the ground must be laid bare for their eternal costume to put its makeup on
When I put my customer into recognition databases, it shoots back
an old team member whose weather information we hardly remember
I remember an old man December the weather nearly froze his face off
I went dressed as an old man with a frozen face that Halloween.
There is no good in betamax under 50 F
Slow production values and minimal facial recog.
drown the viewer in something like butter.
You were the Land O' Lakes Native American Spokesperson
that Halloween candy flew out of.
Darkened ghosts holding hot cocoa are freezing
the ground must be laid bare for their eternal costume to put its makeup on
When I put my customer into recognition databases, it shoots back
an old team member whose weather information we hardly remember
I remember an old man December the weather nearly froze his face off
I went dressed as an old man with a frozen face that Halloween.
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