Tag: poetry
member name: El Toro Bravo de Amor
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October 13, 2007 12:33 PM EDT --
Of course you are spiritually bereft. No one needs to tell you that. From inside the bars of your rib cage, you can barely get a glimpse of blue sky. You are ready for some good news and overjoyed . . .
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May 04, 2008 11:21 PM EDT --
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June 13, 2007 11:52 PM EDT --
"Make it funky?"
Child don't you ask him that
that chicken footed dance man
treble rooster with a scratch-o-caster
he got a bright white sound
like a cottonmouth fang
funky's . . .
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June 16, 2007 11:01 AM EDT --
My Spanish is poor
I may have misunderstood
when I asked the name of this town
or perhaps it does not have one
Maybe it is lost like I am
but they do have a cantina
and the afternoon fills with . . .
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April 29, 2008 12:41 AM EDT --
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June 18, 2007 12:14 AM EDT --
Unable to bear the discomfort
and wanting to end it all
for the day at least
Even with the cold medicine
its hard to sleep with skeletons
wearing swords and suits of armor . . .
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June 18, 2007 05:57 PM EDT --
Would it be so bad
to die alone in peace
like a late season fly
flipped on your back
buzzing like a weak kazoo
with wax paper wings
recalling a short, full life
the perils and the prize . . .
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July 23, 2007 11:50 PM EDT --
You and I are strangers right? Just nod in the affirmative. Right now, we are only a few words into our relationship. Since we barely know each other, would it be improper for me to ask to borrow a thousand . . .
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April 29, 2008 12:53 AM EDT --
solemn spring---
deep inside her pale grey eyes
a gentle rain
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May 06, 2008 11:36 AM EDT --
ledger lines are handholds cut
into thestoneabovethestaff-
hang there...
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May 09, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Evening
Evening colors wept up and eastward
Daylight was just a fair-weather friend
Parking meters expired all over town
Please tell me this is not my shadow
Broken on the wheel . . .
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May 10, 2008 06:36 PM EDT --
I swore I'd never write you again but futility is more just a waste of paper. It's not that I needed to have the last word either. . . .
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May 10, 2008 10:22 PM EDT --
I pretended to speak hieroglyphics once
Trying to impress a woman. Truth was
I didn't even like hummus. But
When a girl's got a sun disc over her head
and her long slender rays . . .
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June 10, 2007 01:44 PM EDT --
The smallest courtyard
in my red brick heart
recieves enough sun
for the existence of
a single rose
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June 13, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
The wind wants
to erase our names
To make us planar
To wear us down
The pyramids? Of course.
The Himalayas? You bet.
That sharp spot on your tooth?
Oh absolutely!
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June 10, 2007 01:42 PM EDT --
Women smuggle mystery into the darkness of pines
they stitch cloaks with the needles of their tongues
When I speak of that night, my wife will gainsay me
The night we spent in Jalisco carousing . . .
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September 27, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
part IV
(to be read while wearing linen)
Estrella can see your future
by cutting the heads off king snakes
she watches the way their bodies writhe
the heads are kept in . . .
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May 04, 2008 12:36 PM EDT --
Doom Fell Aspect
i found it anyway, blind folded i felt
nasty habits? i had a few. what the hell, it was . . .
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April 30, 2008 06:42 PM EDT --
White house rose garden:
between the president's words
a mockingbird song
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May 08, 2008 08:37 PM EDT --
Another bit part as a whoremonger?
I keep getting typecast as myself
Fay Wray could dance too you know
Who the hell writes this stuff?
Is this a script? What's . . .
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