Halloween
October 31, 2008
Perhaps i’ll watch a scary movie
and maybe hand out some candy;
I could always drink a brew
and even read a chapter of harry or two.
How poetic!
October 31, 2008
14.823 gallons
for $30.67.
southern church
October 31, 2008
avsind!
welyea
walhav.
jussasa
drestya
s crap ble
October 30, 2008
they make games as though
the things we say can be
bent and molded
our words valued
by the letter and formation
but somehow the L in
love is worth the same as the L in
loss
the leaves turned
October 29, 2008
when i turned
my back.
stalks
October 29, 2008
they can’t even hear you
through the smoke and the
corn stalks
your stuck here
building walls out of
cd covers and garbage ideas
to hide your private stash
of different colored needles,
empty kool-aid packets,
and dead bugs
with your head in the clouds
screaming.
i’m basically fucking hallucinating
October 28, 2008
rabid, with your teeth
in a crooked smile
and your eyes protruding
from their homes
your skin brown like
leather
shiny
flants
October 28, 2008
unplugging you is like
pulling the wire ten feet from the outlet
my father said it would shock me
turns out you do
corn
October 27, 2008
walking around the garbage bins
i knew i was gonna find you here
lamping in the dim moon light
with street lamps and alley cats
i still pretend it’s on my way to
work and you still pretend like
your not gonna stay long
looking all confused and lost
and i hear rumor you left,
moved to a darker part of town
where the churches fall down
with all that fire on the ground
without all my unsent mixtapes
wet again
October 26, 2008
dealing with the putrid rain
water on my pant cuffs
twelve noon might as well be dusk
here where only the clouds shine
seasons
October 26, 2008
i would like to retreat
like a hibernating bear:
“fuck winter.
wake me when it’s over.”
day with dad
October 24, 2008
headphones and busses to places
i fear will tower over me due to
buildings so tall i nearly fall over
looking up at the sky seeing ferris wheels
from wooden benches in parks bearing
elderly women practicing kungfu while
clapping together spoons of wood with ever
step taken in the direction of the man
made wet lands of frog leaping lilly pad
mosquito breeding grounds placed
voluntarily by morons counting pennies
per day as they poor cement and hope
led to finally finding the cigar my lips
craved and cherished the taste through
all three walking past ponds elsewhere
in the town taking pictures of the grass
so green it could be played on if it weren’t
covered in manure actually made by man
writing
October 23, 2008
i feel a new urgency
seeing my possibly,
hopefully future,
seeing my way out
and my way in
my way to stay
and to stop
but first the stack
of papers await,
calling me who does
not get to write now
to judge those who do.
le freeze
October 23, 2008
touched by locomotion
through glades of ever-fleece
hands burning on coffee mugs
rcribay
joshuagrace
freakynewchild
Tucker J. Collins
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
larsalexander
tynedaile
