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    “Why?Why won’t you tell me?”…This room, GraySilverPewter if you will.I sigh.And glance around,This standstill again.He has a small set of Newton balls,They click, clack, tickSilver.“I won’
    Sep 11, 2010
  • Poetry » Other
    Salmon Merlot (EDITED)

    You’d say humanity looks like a dead trout,squished like lunchmeat between layers of ice in a fish mart.You’d say she’s long gone;left on the Oregon Trail and never came back.Silence ...
    Oct 20, 2010
  • Poetry » Other
    Gen. Y

    We are the inevitable roses that shoot from cement cracks,Not all white. A new race of linguists, Our highly analytical minds translating every nuance From a language of pure egotism. ...
    Feb 21, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Get Me There

    Desert compulsionSucksAs life twistsTwo hundred by two hundred.A little box of bipolarWeatherBloated and lovesick with moisture.Some various battlecriesSing out through my pores And toughen conjecture
    Jun 23, 2011
  • Poetry » Dramatic

    Where I liveSeasons are experienced on the back porch.Fifteen by thirty feet of Trex,Upholstered seating,And AtlasSpinning his macrocosmicmerry-go-round.Summer in the suburbs,A breathtakingConfinement
    Dec 2, 2011
  • Poetry » General

    You are the dark matter Pushing the universe apart. Lightyears and lightyears tunneling Into nothingness and mirrors. We are still big banging And billions of years old. Our timpewarped hands. ...
    Feb 14, 2012

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
— Sylvia Plath