Friday, February 22, 2008

black velvet box

sliding through ink
on a tapestry on the floor
the black knight smudged
the maroon streaked
the castle walls musty
the sound of decrepitude
the stench of aged ghosts creeping around looking for a hobby
a squelch of wet cold grass
a crackle of lightning in the autumn breeze on a cloud cast star occluded night
the black spear fell by the road, beside the abandoned wagon.
scraping feet, chains on the floor.
legs won't run fast enough, slow viscous.
over the cliff down the hillside onto the misty moors below. Lying in solitude at last.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The Reified Ankle

Spoke me for a tuna:

Cold cows running by the fence line; ox-eye daisy.

War bested the country at the phone welfare blaze battalion. Voices were dropping all around us--into gutters, and out into sea-lakes. It was scarcely the new year and the eggs were melting everywhere...Bacchalius said so and I'm confirming it now.

"Whoop Whoop! Uhuh...That's the chirping right there. You see it goes up...and then it sums the binaries."

"Well, I had two vests earlier and now I have land. Or is it--"

"Copa, copa cabana. Santa, Santa Ana. Santa had a hand job line shakes hands, please. You have 'the job'. I'll hold their knees. "

"Ooooohf."

"Pa."

That's east of wood by the way a man sees a star
At the dark patty by the hat half
Hath away from idea kites that cut trails into entropy.

While you beat the judge, I'll slay the banker: at Happy Tails we are gail force winds.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Get Real! If you don't know Ingalls, you think Ingalls would know you?

nimp

Thursday, February 07, 2008

tulips for gaylord

drama bash
caste snack
mackerel daquiri
There it is, one more minute of my life.