One Word: delicate
Delicate, soap bubble
Iridescent rainbows shadows slip, revolve
Across and around the bulging perimeter
Puff of atmosphere temporarily captured
This is how it feels to be brown
Strong winds, dessication
Any minute disruption in surface tension
Could detonate the world
Seen through dark brown eyes
Blue black centered, black spoke flecks radiating out
2.14.2010
2.06.2010
One Word: checks
down and then up
red and white
glance in the rear view mirror
hound's tooth
order a box of new ones before they run out
toothbrush?
toothpaste?
floss?
down and then up
red and white
glance in the rear view mirror
hound's tooth
order a box of new ones before they run out
toothbrush?
toothpaste?
floss?
1.26.2010
1.24.2010
One Word: yoga
she is a junkie.
daily toting her mat around
she no longer needs blocks
has long since discarded the strap
she is a yoga junkie.
full lotus, pigeon pose, fish pose
vinyasa, vinyasa, vinyasa
hands pressed together in front
hands pressed together in back--WOAH
she is a yoga junkie
she is a junkie.
daily toting her mat around
she no longer needs blocks
has long since discarded the strap
she is a yoga junkie.
full lotus, pigeon pose, fish pose
vinyasa, vinyasa, vinyasa
hands pressed together in front
hands pressed together in back--WOAH
she is a yoga junkie
1.22.2010
One Word: export
type, type, type, type important stuff, tab
peck number, type words, peck number, tab
type, type, type, type more important stuff, enter
equal sign
pause, scan, (oh that's where they put it!)
click pull down menu
select function
click to select column
click to select column
enter
control S
click pull down menu, scan
(there it is)
click export
click format
wait
type, type, type, type important stuff, tab
peck number, type words, peck number, tab
type, type, type, type more important stuff, enter
equal sign
pause, scan, (oh that's where they put it!)
click pull down menu
select function
click to select column
click to select column
enter
control S
click pull down menu, scan
(there it is)
click export
click format
wait
1.20.2010
One Word: option
Every time you hear a bell ring
I've lost another muse.
Shovel air past my vocal chords,
heaps of coal to stoke fires.
Power steam engines of poetry
that fall upon deaf ears.
It's the same pain
as falling out of love.
Train whistle wails and sobs
silently without option.
Chuff-chuff-chuff down invisible tracks
to hollow, gutted ghost towns,
packed with dessicated tumbleweeds
and oil deprived hinges.
Every time you hear a bell ring
I've lost another muse.
Shovel air past my vocal chords,
heaps of coal to stoke fires.
Power steam engines of poetry
that fall upon deaf ears.
It's the same pain
as falling out of love.
Train whistle wails and sobs
silently without option.
Chuff-chuff-chuff down invisible tracks
to hollow, gutted ghost towns,
packed with dessicated tumbleweeds
and oil deprived hinges.
1.15.2010
1.14.2010
1.13.2010
One Word: powder
reminiscing about her former roommate's face powder
how she used to leave all over the room--so goth
reminiscing about the alternative music
how she tolerated it with her old roommate
but, i would definitely have to wear earplugs
sadly, she was stuck with me now
and i was a poor replacement for all that face powder
reminiscing about her former roommate's face powder
how she used to leave all over the room--so goth
reminiscing about the alternative music
how she tolerated it with her old roommate
but, i would definitely have to wear earplugs
sadly, she was stuck with me now
and i was a poor replacement for all that face powder
1.11.2010
One Word: bamboo
I followed my big brother, not wanting to be called "baby"
Detesting the thought of being uncool and left behind
I tried to be tough, quiet, and I tried to keep up
But my two years younger legs were not quick enough
Sticky mud, teasing, grabbed my shoe and held on tight
I left my shoes amongst the bright celery green bamboo pipes
My brother got in trouble, and would never let me follow again.
I followed my big brother, not wanting to be called "baby"
Detesting the thought of being uncool and left behind
I tried to be tough, quiet, and I tried to keep up
But my two years younger legs were not quick enough
Sticky mud, teasing, grabbed my shoe and held on tight
I left my shoes amongst the bright celery green bamboo pipes
My brother got in trouble, and would never let me follow again.
1.10.2010
1.09.2010
One Word: system
defense fortress implosion
secluded lonely world dissolved
multi-solitude-system failure
outed, walnut shell cracked
kernel picked out, exquisite
lost to (WOW!) strong arms and
(Mmmmmm!) stubble roughened cheek and chin
heart falling through steam
billowed up through
gritty subway ventilation grates
homeless men and their cardboard
warmed by unfaltering adoration
defense fortress implosion
secluded lonely world dissolved
multi-solitude-system failure
outed, walnut shell cracked
kernel picked out, exquisite
lost to (WOW!) strong arms and
(Mmmmmm!) stubble roughened cheek and chin
heart falling through steam
billowed up through
gritty subway ventilation grates
homeless men and their cardboard
warmed by unfaltering adoration
1.08.2010
One Word: burst
my dad called it a cloudburst
he laughed when we finally made it home
hair drenched, sneakers squishy
jean jacket soaked and heavy with sky torrents
it was the last day of school
gravity pulled rain, mixed with pelting hail
sunshine spotlight illuminated us
running down the hill towards home
my dad called it a cloudburst
he laughed when we finally made it home
hair drenched, sneakers squishy
jean jacket soaked and heavy with sky torrents
it was the last day of school
gravity pulled rain, mixed with pelting hail
sunshine spotlight illuminated us
running down the hill towards home
1.07.2010
One Word: flavor
Honeydew. Or perhaps cantaloupe.
Pale green sugar flavored kisses.
Or perhaps, orange-pink nectar kisses
stolen from sun-warmed fuzzy bees.
Oh, there was definitely a moment when they turned the corner
and didn't start down the second set of stairs...
His kisses were sticky black grape flavored.
Pressed up against the concrete. Plum.
Soft, magnetic Opium--Indeed.
Honeydew. Or perhaps cantaloupe.
Pale green sugar flavored kisses.
Or perhaps, orange-pink nectar kisses
stolen from sun-warmed fuzzy bees.
Oh, there was definitely a moment when they turned the corner
and didn't start down the second set of stairs...
His kisses were sticky black grape flavored.
Pressed up against the concrete. Plum.
Soft, magnetic Opium--Indeed.
1.06.2010
1.04.2010
One Word: tower
stairs curl up inside the tower, golden Shirley Temple locks
little girl fingers intertwined with red brick walls
arms intertwined, spin with dizzy merriment, keep time
with the lighthouse beam perched up top
scream "ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"
stairs curl up inside the tower, golden Shirley Temple locks
little girl fingers intertwined with red brick walls
arms intertwined, spin with dizzy merriment, keep time
with the lighthouse beam perched up top
scream "ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"
1.03.2010
One Word: ship
asbestos applied, metal folded & pounded & heated
love affairs floating on ships over oceans
cotton string tatted into intricate pattern contortions
reflect the dramatic cardiovascular twists and turns
mimic the splashes and waves from seas parted by bolts
asbestos applied, metal folded & pounded & heated
love affairs floating on ships over oceans
cotton string tatted into intricate pattern contortions
reflect the dramatic cardiovascular twists and turns
mimic the splashes and waves from seas parted by bolts
1.01.2010
One Word: coat
a fine layer of grease coats your tongue
when you eat fresh mutton roasted over an open fire
who knows how much grease would still be there
if the fire hadn't burned it away
and you can only get it off with cold soda pop
sugary acid and caffeine dissolving mutton fat
washing it down your throat
a fine layer of grease coats your tongue
when you eat fresh mutton roasted over an open fire
who knows how much grease would still be there
if the fire hadn't burned it away
and you can only get it off with cold soda pop
sugary acid and caffeine dissolving mutton fat
washing it down your throat
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