Archive for January, 2008

pork bun
January 16, 2008

packing hats as I was grazing
lock duck ball
the symposium was a fart and koalas filled
or filed – infantry – slide that capo
garage
fly swatter
not much else
dopamine street sausage democracy
Persephone watched as
her sister on top
bottled the rain
I am describing a sound

space needle
January 16, 2008

take care of
your teeth
you
never listened
now
we’ve dug you up
twice
and still
you’re missing
how do you
take us in