Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Why Does Mucus Come Out On Period
Atolladero
The continents have crossed the press says
through any possible chink
often without much sinking braids underwater
which
grab a handful of buildings scattered
; the oceans
here and there and without noise
remains of what were hopes planetary
Deep Rivers Caravan
hide LF
rusty windmills and overcome their defeats recorded by
overboard
hanging from the tops of the trees look like bells
human suffering
illuminate whole nations into their Web
But this desert prison
This feeling ; ;
come to their senses when your hand is rising as a star on my cheek
desolate
sick and I do not know how it happens but then
straighter sidewall as the snow melts
[Illustration by James Jean] 
The continents have crossed the press says
through any possible chink
often without much sinking braids underwater
which
grab a handful of buildings scattered
; the oceans
here and there and without noise
remains of what were hopes planetary
Deep Rivers Caravan
hide LF
rusty windmills and overcome their defeats recorded by
overboard
hanging from the tops of the trees look like bells
human suffering
illuminate whole nations into their Web
But this desert prison
This feeling ; ;
come to their senses when your hand is rising as a star on my cheek
desolate
sick and I do not know how it happens but then
straighter sidewall as the snow melts
[Illustration by James Jean]
Why Does Mucus Come Out On Period
Atolladero
The continents have crossed the press says
through any possible chink
often without much sinking braids underwater
which
grab a handful of buildings scattered
; the oceans
here and there and without noise
remains of what were hopes planetary
Deep Rivers Caravan
hide LF
rusty windmills and overcome their defeats recorded by
overboard
hanging from the tops of the trees look like bells
human suffering
illuminate whole nations into their Web
But this desert prison
This feeling ; ;
come to their senses when your hand is rising as a star on my cheek
desolate
sick and I do not know how it happens but then
straighter sidewall as the snow melts
[Illustration by James Jean]
The continents have crossed the press says
through any possible chink
often without much sinking braids underwater
which
grab a handful of buildings scattered
; the oceans
here and there and without noise
remains of what were hopes planetary
Deep Rivers Caravan
hide LF
rusty windmills and overcome their defeats recorded by
overboard
hanging from the tops of the trees look like bells
human suffering
illuminate whole nations into their Web
But this desert prison
This feeling ; ;
come to their senses when your hand is rising as a star on my cheek
desolate
sick and I do not know how it happens but then
straighter sidewall as the snow melts
[Illustration by James Jean]
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
What Is The Price Of A Mad Hatter Cake?
fray thermometers on all watches
as misguided
penetrate the dusty afternoon
on doors that do not
opened
know no lasting verse mouth
mouth or travel in garlands in airships
to crash as it used against our hearts
land will weigh volcanic heritage
, its evolution in cities under their lip
spin dangerously
sunsets all from the same Arden west
languidly in theaters heraldry
new features while the war was growing and growing
rowdy and boisterous as a gust of wind
[Illustration: Mark Beccari]
What Is The Price Of A Mad Hatter Cake?
fray thermometers on all watches
as misguided
penetrate the dusty afternoon
on doors that do not
opened
know no lasting verse mouth
mouth or travel in garlands in airships
to crash as it used against our hearts
land will weigh volcanic heritage
, its evolution in cities under their lip
spin dangerously
sunsets all from the same Arden west
languidly in theaters heraldry
new features while the war was growing and growing
rowdy and boisterous as a gust of wind
[Illustration: Mark Beccari]
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Smoking Weed With Chataract Surgery
Atmosphere Packaging So tired
Nothing moves us not contained
night that smells of apple in her basket
advancing lunar wake as a runaway river
machines manufactured overseas horizons disguised
A small tree
raves and dreams that rises to the realms of the impossible
raining relentlessly steep
words to replace those stars as the man buried
knee
their deepest secrets in the light of a chalk writes:
.. Everything is going so well .. But within us
arms have stopped moving
[Oil: Sleeping Venus-Paul Delvaux] 
Nothing moves us not contained
night that smells of apple in her basket
advancing lunar wake as a runaway river
machines manufactured overseas horizons disguised
A small tree
raves and dreams that rises to the realms of the impossible
raining relentlessly steep
words to replace those stars as the man buried
knee
their deepest secrets in the light of a chalk writes:
.. Everything is going so well .. But within us
arms have stopped moving
[Oil: Sleeping Venus-Paul Delvaux]
Smoking Weed With Chataract Surgery
Atmosphere Packaging So tired
Nothing moves us not contained
night that smells of apple in her basket
advancing lunar wake as a runaway river
machines manufactured overseas horizons disguised
A small tree
raves and dreams that rises to the realms of the impossible
raining relentlessly steep
words to replace those stars as the man buried
knee
their deepest secrets in the light of a chalk writes:
.. Everything is going so well .. But within us
arms have stopped moving
[Oil: Sleeping Venus-Paul Delvaux]
Nothing moves us not contained
night that smells of apple in her basket
advancing lunar wake as a runaway river
machines manufactured overseas horizons disguised
A small tree
raves and dreams that rises to the realms of the impossible
raining relentlessly steep
words to replace those stars as the man buried
knee
their deepest secrets in the light of a chalk writes:
.. Everything is going so well .. But within us
arms have stopped moving
[Oil: Sleeping Venus-Paul Delvaux]
Saturday, March 6, 2010
What Is Better A 150 Or A 85 Dirtbike
Juggling Progress II
Names
Prints Puzzles impossible to reverse
medals Writings on all tides
inert in living memory
From the bark of trees
Initial volatile that Turning up
mill about themselves
Tornados that disruptive daytime meteors
fully bitters
sky explode and empty glasses of darkness closed
Spitting what we what we are whole streets
Paving A burned bodies
always
hymns are timeless laments Source
evenings is why we sing when night falls
and clutch a declining
necklaces that look for young throats
lamps in your heartbeat naval Huyen
urgently by strange roads do not know if
waterways may subtract to open a window to transport
summers naked
stations Forward a destination of bread and horse rider
countryside between meadows of silence
For ascends the
burning smoke in cities Smoke
Back hotbeds of caves and lava
Moldes de lentitud espantosamente erguidos
Atrás el lastre de los rostros De la escuela
Que promulga que el perdón ha de ganarse
Sentándote sobre tus propias espinas
Lucen en catacumbas como ilustres osarios
Nombres entumecidos Una vez y otra
Y dejas que solloce implacable la mirada
Ante su belleza congelada e hiriente
Ah si pudieras lavarte como las manos la memoria
Esa estatua venerada Inexpugnable
Sobre el mismo presente y el mañana About our courage
destroyed
Filling with scorn and trifles
Mesitas cafes, vegetable peel
routes in our beloved Formerly
virgin Surprisingly
Depart from your desk sky Here
Umbrella with nerves salt and blood Let it rain
names in your dream saddest
Let the tears in their wake
Dilute mouth sewn for the stone
to flourish even astonished laughter
Released Arrogant profitably
[Photo by Berenice Abbott]
What Is Better A 150 Or A 85 Dirtbike
Juggling Progress II
Names
Prints Puzzles impossible to reverse
medals Writings on all tides
inert in living memory
From the bark of trees
Initial volatile that Turning up
mill about themselves
Tornados that disruptive daytime meteors
fully bitters
sky explode and empty glasses of darkness closed
Spitting what we what we are whole streets
Paving A burned bodies
always
hymns are timeless laments Source
evenings is why we sing when night falls
and clutch a declining
necklaces that look for young throats
lamps in your heartbeat naval Huyen
urgently by strange roads do not know if
waterways may subtract to open a window to transport
summers naked
stations Forward a destination of bread and horse rider
countryside between meadows of silence
For ascends the
burning smoke in cities Smoke
Back hotbeds of caves and lava
Moldes de lentitud espantosamente erguidos
Atrás el lastre de los rostros De la escuela
Que promulga que el perdón ha de ganarse
Sentándote sobre tus propias espinas
Lucen en catacumbas como ilustres osarios
Nombres entumecidos Una vez y otra
Y dejas que solloce implacable la mirada
Ante su belleza congelada e hiriente
Ah si pudieras lavarte como las manos la memoria
Esa estatua venerada Inexpugnable
Sobre el mismo presente y el mañana About our courage
destroyed
Filling with scorn and trifles
Mesitas cafes, vegetable peel
routes in our beloved Formerly
virgin Surprisingly
Depart from your desk sky Here
Umbrella with nerves salt and blood Let it rain
names in your dream saddest
Let the tears in their wake
Dilute mouth sewn for the stone
to flourish even astonished laughter
Released Arrogant profitably
[Photo by Berenice Abbott]
Monday, March 1, 2010
On Webkinz What Gems Do You Find In What Caves
...................... .................... Progress
Victory drowning at the bottom of the pots
his breath of snow ; Far Far
successfully hit our eyelids closed as cases
funeral bells like old badly hurt
Winter is full of medals
flooded with words certain hair
charged voltage and
Zodiac Luce rings on ring fingers
filled with proclamations in their rotating
The world is sick of good manners so ungrateful
solemn aground at this time
lost in conjectures as blind Oh, how blind
musical Lost in his ankles
one of us says Vertigo
[John Steuart Curry lithograph, 1934 ]
On Webkinz What Gems Do You Find In What Caves
...................... .................... Progress
Victory drowning at the bottom of the pots
his breath of snow ; Far Far
successfully hit our eyelids closed as cases
funeral bells like old badly hurt
Winter is full of medals
flooded with words certain hair
charged voltage and
Zodiac Luce rings on ring fingers
filled with proclamations in their rotating
The world is sick of good manners so ungrateful
solemn aground at this time
lost in conjectures as blind Oh, how blind
musical Lost in his ankles
one of us says Vertigo
[John Steuart Curry lithograph, 1934 ]
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