a doora board ialis
November 17, 2008
rounded the corner to find
my head implanted where
a (ahem) pain-less window
would have worked much
better than
the door i encountered
sun rise if you will
November 16, 2008
night comes as my pillow
envelopes my naked head
beckoning me to dreams
i fear will be forgotten on
waking hours before the sun
rise.
alliteration as it is
November 15, 2008
flaking from your yellow skin
scaling drizzling down to
test new native lands
leading slowly
south
she told me “i know what word you’re trying to say, so i dont let my kids say it.” i’m confused to this day
November 13, 2008
do
it
now (or later if you will)
kan’t make
up your mind?
sally.
because someday the end does come
November 12, 2008
high on achievement
and digging a hole
knowing the bottom cannot
be as warm and soothing
as your arms but somehow
hoping to dig through
to a nice patch of sod
on which i’ll lay and wait
for the sun to shine perfectly
down straight from above
to warm me as i develop
hives from the otherwise
pristine landscape
in the six square foot
wide hole i’ve dug in the
time we’ve spent together
while i was trying to make
a name for myself
or some moron named roger
twenty something or other. still
November 11, 2008
o great big pains of
grinding growling left knee caps
aching legs and lower backs
annoying friends and angry chaps
french fries fat foods
soaking in a pool of oil
down with my hopes and dreams
boom boom.
first cold
November 10, 2008
crusted snot dried on your nose
soothed tonight by warm fleece clothes
flame in, flame out.
November 8, 2008
bowl of red
boiling spice
to dip our delicacies
boil, entice
our senses with
cow throat
cow heart
pig intestines
- ’my friends,’ i ask, ‘do you not realize what was squeezed through this?’
pig stomach
(among other things)
6pm I ate you down
4am you woke me up
climbing back into bed with
an arse afire
rippled lines
on crab apple lunches
turning round twisting down
leaving seams on your face
lying too long head down
hosing the competition
thenforce i whencefourth
unto forto hitherto
until
you stop and say you do
leader of the free world
November 4, 2008
an hour glass to slow the moments
as history before our eyes unfolds
one more scoop of sand here to
slow things up and one more
pile of crap here to swallow down
chew your grainy feces filled bite
get used to the grain, the taste, the fight
before night comes one more pile
goes down. up to your knees wearing
the presidential crown
boxers, long underwear, pants, shirt, sweater, jacket, gloves, hat, hood, and then maybe more pants
November 3, 2008
sun gave way to mist
to missing your midst
wind up and made me cold
pictures of bitter tea, rice wine
gloves gripping my hands
unnecessarily warming digits
hopes lost to crashing dreams
but not without celebration
the crust gathering on my thoughts
thick like the ground peas dried
on your otherwise pristine forehead
moving hand to face so as to miss your
mouth
with your hand knit green and yellow
booties we’ll make this the best winter
ever
without end.
the depth of my consternation
November 1, 2008
until the wind stops blowing
and for fear of losing the hair
off the top of the back of my
legs to the mere force of the
breeze
i should lay off the beans
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
Roger Mugs
rcribay
Ned
timsaslacker
joshuagrace
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
Poeta Maximus
David X. Hugo
