Thursday, January 31, 2008

8-word poem

The pictures
Don't fit;
The text
Is different.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

8-word poem

Which is it:
Faith or
Hope or
Charity?

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Monday, January 28, 2008

8-word poem: THE ATONEMENT STORY

Atonement
Is a piece
Of crap;
Avoid it.

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Slipshod Sonnet #11

I keep forgeting people have lives
When you keep sashaying away
I feel like hitting the Left Bank
With a vengeance worthy of Rambo
Thankfully I look horrid shirtless
So my vanity gets to remain intact
One more day at least is all I ask
The penthouse is the thirteenth floor
Superstition doesn't believe in me
The way it used to look with hair
Things get awful serene around here
My best day drunk my worst day sober
I keep forgetting people have to die
It is the order of things you know.

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Sunday, January 27, 2008

8-word poem

There's
A tiresome
Face
Attached to that
Name.

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Saturday, January 26, 2008

8-word poem

Tears
Are always
A protest
Against the past.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

8-word poem: "IF I WASN'T EATING THIS FUCKING CUPCAKE I'D BE HAVING A BEER"

So it goes
In the world
Of stuffing.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

iTuneage - recent baker's dozen

1. "The Release" - Jimmy Page (Soundtrack to Death Wish II)
2. "There Will Be Blood" - Jonny Greenwood (Soundtrack to There Will Be Blood)
3. "My Lady Coffin" - Fire on Fire
4. "The Hot City Symphony" - The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
5. "Gypsy Motherfucker" - GG Allin
6. "Gone Going" - Black Eyed Peas
7. "Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow" - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
8. "Rock the Boat" - The Hues Corporation
9. "Holly Holy" - Neil Diamond
10. "No No Song" - Ringo Starr
11. "Blind Love" - Tom Waits
12. "Standing On Ceremony" - Lou Reed
13. "Los Rancheros" - Adam & The Ants

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

IT WASN’T LIKE THAT, THAT’S NOT THE WAY IT WAS

Freight and four sugars
really knocking things
loose for me I like the
sound of a milder orange
not so sure about mosquito
blood you heart him like
the son you'll never have
can you help find me?

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Monday, January 21, 2008

8-word poem

People who say
"Lacksadaisical"
For 200 dollars,
Alex.

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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Films I saw in 2007

I loved:

Hairspray
No Country For Old Men
The Rocket
Saw IV
3:10 to Yuma
2 Days in Paris
Sunshine
My Best Friend
SiCKO
Live Free or Die Hard
1408
300
Black Book
Hot Fuzz
Letters From Iwo Jima
The Lives of Others
Zodiac
28 Weeks Later
Planet Terror
The Science of Sleep

I liked:

The Mist
American Gangster
Blade Runner: The Final Cut
30 Days of Night
The Kingdom
Eastern Promises
Shoot 'Em Up
The Invasion
The Bourne Ultimatum

I hated:

I Am Legend
Before the Devil Knows You're Dead
Lust, Caution
Elizabeth: The Golden Age
Death Sentence
Rescue Dawn
Death Proof

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

8-word poem

Despair:
It gets you
Coming, going
And gone.

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Friday, January 18, 2008

Slipshod Sonnet #10

What was the story again?
How did they treat you on the flight deck?
Define "squared away."
Is it better now or on Venus?
Will you ever finish planting those slumberland annuals?
Where's reaching for the stars ever gotten you?
Reach for the sky. No, that sky.
Millions in despair: "Is God listening?"
The only song she knows and not even all the words.
Something about "If I ever catch him around this henhouse again."
Are you sure you want to work for a company where they lie when
   people get killed?
Can you prove it didn't happen?
Don't shit where your wife sleeps.
Stop eating all the evidence; we were supposed to share.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

8-word poem

It's
A simple matter:
Give and take.
Repeat.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

8-word poem

Dear Self:

Sorry for
Everything.

Thanks for
Everything.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

8-word poem: THE TOM CRUISE STORY

He clearly
Articulated
An aura
Of complete
Idiocy.

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Monday, January 14, 2008

8-word poem

When the going
Gets tough
I begin
Ruminating.

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Sunday, January 13, 2008

8-word poem

In dreams
Begin responsibilities;
In reality
Begins willingness.

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

8-word poem

Ladybug,
Fly away home.
Oh!
You are home.

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Friday, January 11, 2008

SIX UNANSWERED GOALS

Loving to read evacuation instructions after nightmares
involving tree-lined Connecticut streets and yellow crime scene tape

Negative capability—
Up shit's creek with a colorblind tour guide

Sin City Gentlemen's Cabaret: Dear Mongoloid,
Wish you could have seen him prance

{Two if by she}
"Excuse me" (Gestures to seat with lunch on it)

French noblemen blowing their noses into the Treaty of Versailles;
hubris deflates them like Patrick Roy after a tip in—

There was a sense of jamais vous & only a glance at her shoes.

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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

8-word poem

The bride:
"I hope
I have
Happier days."

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Tuesday, January 08, 2008

8-word poem

There is something
In the air.
Feel it?

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Monday, January 07, 2008

8-word poem

I'm not sure
It's only
Rock and roll.

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Saturday, January 05, 2008

WHEN YOU'RE TAKING YOUR LAST BREATH WILL YOU THINK OF THIS POEM?

A guy who is breaking into ventriloquism
A red glare in the Mexico City sunset
A can of peas with a fleur de lis
A sound reckoning of last night's debacle
A shitstorm waiting to happen
A certain something that cannot be identified
A left-handed guitar with a bad rosewood neck
A mystery that will never be solved
A wrist watch that's only right twice daily
A question of how the cat is seeming
A concern about loud pipes and frequent leaks
A masterful sense of the absurd
A little bit of this and not much of that
A one-way ticket on the last train
A tired pair of eyes
A secret overheard on the way to the morgue
A moral dilemma with green bunting

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Friday, January 04, 2008

8-word poem

I wonder how
It feels
To be serene.

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Thursday, January 03, 2008

8-word poem

Everybody's
Got to learn
Sometime
...

Well,
Not necessarily.

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Wednesday, January 02, 2008

NOT THE SORT OF "I LOVE YOU" YOU WERE COUNTING ON

for The Lewd Angel

Barely time to think through
your tobogganing plans and

seriously how much grandeur
and majesty can one stand

you say your stories are troubling
sometimes good way troubling

not life without parole style
or that's the smell of crazy

so take that boysenberry parfait
and honor it before anything else

put it where it will never melt
but hurry the sun is going down.

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Tuesday, January 01, 2008

January 1, 2008

No snowflake ever falls
In the wrong place.

—Ts'ai Ken T'an

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Received in a New Year's greeting from the Centre Zen de la Main, Montreal.

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