8-word poem

What time
Is it
Now
In Nashiville,
Tennessee?

SEVERE INCOGNITO

And another thing how's
it supposed to look you
here me there a golden
throne & no one left to
ride supposed theories

like earth = round or
flat of my hand on the

hood of a car the and
the morning is glorious

all blue serge and a
belt in the back

it's about time

3rd Place or Bust

Reader(s):

Permit me to extend my belated but heartfelt thanks to all who voted for me in the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere election. Thanks to your votes I place a respectable, if distant, 3rd place among the many nominees.

The voting ended while I was without a consistent Internet connection in Montreal, and I've been playing catch up with my blogging, work and family duties since my return.

While I'm not surprised by the results (the winner and runner up were very far ahead from the beginning), I am thrilled to have made a splash.

Rest assured that I will be providing at least a 3rd place showing's worth of poetry on this very blog for the year to come.

Thanks again!

WILL THEY ASK HIM TO ASK THEM TO HAVE HIM HAVE THEM

—Gertrude Stein

Lothario, get ye your
Affairs in order

The crying child you
Once were and am

Unscrubbing Jesus files
Kill me now

Christian singles
Know my name how

It's lying to you
Get used to it

Montreal 2008: Words and Pictures 1

They knew I was coming so they dug a grave.

8-word poem: THE TRAVELING TO MONTREAL CAN BE A HASSLE BECAUSE THE BORDER PATROL CLEARLY HATES AMERICA STORY

"Pleece remain
Seated—
We gonna check
Duh tren."

THEY ARE ACCIDENTALLY MET

Lost my masterpiece
And it wasn't even raining

Having forgotten to bring
Back a rock from Egypt

Next stop: Awakeland
So grabbing the blankets

His muscles had muscles
But where is he now?

Everybody's fucked up
Except my man

8-word poem: THE IT'S GREAT TO BE BACK IN NEW YORK STORY

I literally
Stepped in shit
Upon my return.