a boy fell after there was a pond,
making connections based on schemas
finding patterns,
like frogs jumping in
startled --
activity all on the outside, strength
on the inside,
like a rubik's cube.
would he have overplanned
had he known his destination?
pluto is a planet. definition
has changed.
indigo is a color, just not of
our new language rainbow.
people can solve, but have trouble
finding the problem.
 
 
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Comorbidity
"Garlic, ginger, and echinacea,"
she recommended, as a counter
to my head firing the salvo shots of
war.
What a gift, the garlic, so
sticky to touch, smashed and
gnashed and mixed and swallowed at
meals.
As war dwindled to sporadic gunfire,
a minor insurgency, I crunched a
morning clove that made me
cry.
Its strength, then a vision of you, my
breathing deep held back
vomit -- a symptom of fulfillment
that is also one of lack.
 
 
 
she recommended, as a counter
to my head firing the salvo shots of
war.
What a gift, the garlic, so
sticky to touch, smashed and
gnashed and mixed and swallowed at
meals.
As war dwindled to sporadic gunfire,
a minor insurgency, I crunched a
morning clove that made me
cry.
Its strength, then a vision of you, my
breathing deep held back
vomit -- a symptom of fulfillment
that is also one of lack.
 
 
 
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Poison Man
Poison man came today
Wearin' his mask
Sprayin' his spray
Sweet smell came waftin'
Through open windows
I'mon be coughin'
Those ants and roaches
Commit us to genocide
As summer approaches
 
 
 
Wearin' his mask
Sprayin' his spray
Sweet smell came waftin'
Through open windows
I'mon be coughin'
Those ants and roaches
Commit us to genocide
As summer approaches
 
 
 
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