9.27.2008

There I sit now,
In this smallest oasis,
Just like a date,
Brown, sweet through, oozing gold, lusting
For the round mouth of a girl,
But even more for girlish,
Ice-cold, snow-white, cutting
Incisors: for after these
Pants the heart of all hot dates.

9.24.2008

All good things approach their goal crookedly. Like cats, they arch their backs, they purr inwardly over their approaching happiness: all good things laugh.

9.23.2008

Could I be a character actor, playing a part in someone else's absurdest narrative?

9.13.2008

... what I want is to occupy a site from which quantities are no longer perceived, and from which all accounts are banished.

9.12.2008

Turtles exploding over Istanbul...

Penguins plunged against the Sphinx...

For if I felt bombs were caterpillars...

A barnacled wreath on the moon-squid's head...

Elkbombs will perk their ears...

9.02.2008

so you're
saying
that the
meaning
of life
is...
EELS??