You make me
want to write
a sonnet,
your hair
like a wild
chocolate labradoodle.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Who am I?
An old dead conifer
is like an old dead friend
rotting beneath the ashes.
[I won't cry this time]
I roam the damp moss
after it rains. (can you
guess what I am)?
The corpses branch out
like a thunder bolt,
A crazy bird calls
the spirit of the child.
Archeologically,
I discover the hair of youth gone
coarse like an old terrier [pissed,
(American Style].
The Great Ape walks
with an AK-47.
is like an old dead friend
rotting beneath the ashes.
[I won't cry this time]
I roam the damp moss
after it rains. (can you
guess what I am)?
The corpses branch out
like a thunder bolt,
A crazy bird calls
the spirit of the child.
Archeologically,
I discover the hair of youth gone
coarse like an old terrier [pissed,
(American Style].
The Great Ape walks
with an AK-47.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Capitalismo
"Good thing you can do this kind of work."
And I can shovel shit for days.
The deterioration is in my spine.
After a while the nerves in your hands die
and you can't feel anything
in the orbit of the daily sun
you are that much closer to an eclipse
of the brain, an aneurism, a stroke,
perhaps an infection through your rotting wisdom
teeth [insurance you will die before the doctor]
will bring knowledge to the city hall.
When the pearly whites of your mouth crumble
into dross, chip the slag off of your welders forearm.
Every piece of bread becomes hard like stone,
[the hand-me-down of Christ].
It would't be the first time I have been gazed upon
like I was an animal.
The Spectacle man-handling a great wooden crate.
The Great bubble of cultural capital is golden.
I can see it from the hills, a fool am I
to look in [I'm looking in].
I make movements like a wild animal.
The Saint Joe river valley is a zoo.
Three generations after a Hungarian immigrant
stepped foot on U.S. soil and my American Dream candle
can't even hold a light to your [I]rish Green.
And I can shovel shit for days.
The deterioration is in my spine.
After a while the nerves in your hands die
and you can't feel anything
in the orbit of the daily sun
you are that much closer to an eclipse
of the brain, an aneurism, a stroke,
perhaps an infection through your rotting wisdom
teeth [insurance you will die before the doctor]
will bring knowledge to the city hall.
When the pearly whites of your mouth crumble
into dross, chip the slag off of your welders forearm.
Every piece of bread becomes hard like stone,
[the hand-me-down of Christ].
It would't be the first time I have been gazed upon
like I was an animal.
The Spectacle man-handling a great wooden crate.
The Great bubble of cultural capital is golden.
I can see it from the hills, a fool am I
to look in [I'm looking in].
I make movements like a wild animal.
The Saint Joe river valley is a zoo.
Three generations after a Hungarian immigrant
stepped foot on U.S. soil and my American Dream candle
can't even hold a light to your [I]rish Green.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Deer Memorial
Two doe in the forest
(down the road)
[out] by the the graveyard
of trees. I watched them
from the Wheel Horse
as the light from the canopy
danced like napalm
on their faces.
I fired-up the tractor.
The deer, (hooves locked)
into the flora-funk, stood
with 4 curious orbs for eyes.
(The faces of the fallen
are hovering in the valley
like cotton wood).
(down the road)
[out] by the the graveyard
of trees. I watched them
from the Wheel Horse
as the light from the canopy
danced like napalm
on their faces.
I fired-up the tractor.
The deer, (hooves locked)
into the flora-funk, stood
with 4 curious orbs for eyes.
(The faces of the fallen
are hovering in the valley
like cotton wood).
Friday, May 25, 2012
My First Meal
Coming out the hospital,
Out the casket!
One Eye-Ballin'
a crap load of arthropods!
Eggs coming out my
neat glacial epi-structure
frozen susurrations from the caterpillar nest
Coming out the octopus
flora of the tesla-alloy wilderness.
Uno ojo y eat buggy
buggy!
Out the casket!
One Eye-Ballin'
a crap load of arthropods!
Eggs coming out my
neat glacial epi-structure
frozen susurrations from the caterpillar nest
Coming out the octopus
flora of the tesla-alloy wilderness.
Uno ojo y eat buggy
buggy!
Monday, May 21, 2012
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