31 May 2011

30 May 2011

30511

piano and voice
a beautiful chill
i walk into shade
- #haiku

29 May 2011

29511

yellow leaves blow
against grey sky -
my father's bedside
- #haiku

26 May 2011

26511

The Bolter

talkback radio
conversations of privilege
the genocide
that never happened
succeeded

23 May 2011

23511

22511

Jesus has come
few were saved
even less noticed his presence

if you are reading this blog
then you were not saved
and have been left behind during the End of Days

prepare yourself for the End Times now
by stocking up on water
canned goods
and appropriate clothing

clinging to the hope that his light is shining

17 May 2011

17511

a waitress leans
and eyes rise
to the passage of the moon
- #haiku

11 May 2011

11511

fun starts with scissors

but consciousness can be really useful too
with linguistic crutches
and another gift of love
we support the peace in the state

it is believed that the star of the revolution is set

08 May 2011

8511

who needs a fairy godmother

with his worn out knees and
the comfort and allure of
an industrial net popout bodystocking
i forgot i was acting

mmm
raspberry

07 May 2011

7511

the least sound of fear

the books
the count never returned
before his
sylvia plath smiles
at lawrence house
a three eyed cat
sampled
and what she wears everyday
betty page
and the chaos of pleasure
a fetish t-shirt
hoodwinked from a falling sugar loaf
at the leisure of a working girl

06 May 2011

6511

in the darkness

a found patterm
sacred
and immensley readable
spinning round
a face between trees
french fries before flowers

click here
just in the nick of time
God has determined otherwise for our lives

04 May 2011

4511

the diplomacy of terror

Gatling rough riders,
Blackhawk sheriffs,
cross
ambivalent borders

beamed
to the situation room,
smiles and handshakes
after the firefight

because,
Mao's power
and America's justice
comes from the barrel of a gun

and
the lesson of gitmo is:
take
no 
prisoners

02 May 2011

2511

the space between notes

she hides beneath
black jeans
under
the white skirt
with carnation flowers
before youth is gone -
his three minute visits
to here
and to
the meat market

and the casual violence
of his chocking hazard