Archive for April, 2008
Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
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Whenever I turn over a white napkin
I see the death of my mother
She is alive and well in Xanadu, Persia
And you are my princess forever to be
Whenever I am kicking off bedsheets
I can again see the future
With my left hand on the wheel
And the rain and wind beating on my ...
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Monday, April 28th, 2008
There's no hole like this
and I'm there and you're long dead
playing a guitar worth more in dollars than your soul
and the shadows that are your friends, accomplices blink in haze
as the pizza breathes the dust off the table, smudged by the dirt only some of us try.
A girl vomits in ...
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Monday, April 14th, 2008
Love in the castle of Xanadu is a marble thrown down the steps of the old fortress, each bounce an image of the loved one's eyes changing. At the last bounce one is to unsheathe the standard issue children's sword and align it with the direction of the marble and ...
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Monday, April 14th, 2008
flowers are a petty word
enough to ruin a poem
more so a book of poems
thought i as i walked away
from their bleeding bodies
when i was in a mental hospital
they used to bring us these awesome marmelades
so colorful and sweet
in the winter you have to be careful
not to lose your heart
and there ...
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