the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
September 16, 2008

christmas stalking

by Roger Mugs

tickled fallen broken lacking
all things never wanted throwing
out the back door trash can burning
lighting laughing smiling churning
noting nothing ever smoking
feeling nothing never wanting
waning knowing never stopping
till then growing walking talking

stalking

2 comments
September 16, 2008

motherfuckers put a filter on my brain

by David X. Hugo

it’s hard to see past your own nose
it’s hard to put that in your prose
and when i’m on a slump
and revel in muck
i want to throw myself in the road

4 comments
September 16, 2008

fall

by rcribay

we fall into
bed like jumping into
the ocean welcoming
the undertow of
our dreams and
gravity’s
effect.

3 comments
September 16, 2008

because friends that create awkward social situations all the time should be syndicated. put on tv. laughed at by multiple nations. not enjoyed with a beer in hand in a neighboring couch

by Roger Mugs

cut the tension
with a noodle
then you know
good company

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