when he learned a new word for pus
he said, oh yes, that will work
perfectly, a new title, Sanies, and
then it was back to the rusty
liquor, back to filling the bucket,
and all the while they thought--blindly--
poems were made of dreamy stuff
and that beauty's only
an inch wide, an inch deep
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
shyku of the habitual projector
tinsel that fears itself
clings caress
to on
for from
adorns each act
of decoration
clings caress
to on
for from
adorns each act
of decoration
Friday, June 8, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
The Last Days of Left Eye Shyku
When she was younger she painted pictures and later
she burned down a house.
she burned down a house.
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