Posted in Stories on Jan 26th, 1998 No Comments »
Random thought for the day: As with love, music, and aimless doodling, ice skating is harder than it looks.
I just wrote a whole bunch of junk about my life and my future that ended up sounding incredibly. . . lame. So here’s a story which I shall now compose extemporaneously.
Lilting through a musical selection written [...]
Posted in Poetry on Jan 1st, 1998 No Comments »
I owe you this fist-sized ball of flesh,
which leans more to the left
behind my ribcage,
blooded.
behind my eyelids,
which open more to the dark,
I owe you this calloused claw of regret,
which clings tight to the rock
behind my ribcage,
jaded.
behind my eyelids,
which lock tight to the tears,
I owe you this salt taste of my kiss,
which presses close to [...]
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Two sticks
balance eighty four grains of rice
clinging to each other
tears of turmeric and pepper
the crisp green
cilantro and brocolli
burrow deep
where the plastic clicking
jaws cannot reach
the carrots julienned
are not so intelligent
show your face, chicken
seared in red chili paste
floods of golden flower
scented scalding water
wash away all
this onion shaped
like your ear
a sauce as sweet
as yours
lap it up
with just
two [...]
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Delicate delicate gossamer strands wrapped twist slip
in chaotic lies and reasons and excuses all layers knots tug loop
Delicate delicate this arachnid’s weave this widow’s loom stretch grip
incognito sink her fangs under skin teeth grit grind all tight balance strap
Delicate delicate her legs could break but not crystal suspension coil flip
oh she silken spins silken [...]
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sped my life
through
utterly confused
ink purple encroaches
tunnel walls engulf
distant metal needles prick
with red the blue
baby blue
in my obsidian tower
strung across from hill to hill
her hair cannot reach me here
prison, hospital,
former secondary
always concrete never
not my belonging
river of
pigeon’s cries
winged I will fly
from this mountain to the next
then fall will end
and winter too.
Posted in Poetry on Jan 1st, 1998 No Comments »
Fortunately, I fell into the orifice
between the wispy lovers of lifelike statues and
the guttural grunts of sour stomachs.
Being neither of either,
I was viewed by all
as standing in a valley.
Being neither of either,
I was despised by all
as both despised.
Fortunately, I could breathe into it
between gasps of suffocation and
athletic feats of psychical exertion.
Being neither of either,
I [...]
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Who are you, silly boy?
How and what are you, silly boy?
You don’t want to go to North Carolina.
Why is that, silly boy?
Stick your fingers where they don’t belong,
Sticky fingers when your day is long,
Shut up shut up shut up silly boy.
Blue bottle on the shelf
Silly boy tries to grow from the darkness
Thought you were [...]
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Don’t make this hard on me
I’m trying to stay inside today
be productive while the moon is away
be captive in my cocoon today
You, sun, blue sky, green grass
this too will pass
You groan, turn dry, melt again
Will freeze once more
Here I am again with a pen in my hand
and I scratch out
the words I want you [...]
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The mouse to flay above the hungry cat,
Slur the lines and refute,
Claim your mind is still acute.
Edify your blind students with a cue,
“From me to thee ,” said the mentor’s sisters.
Beautify those who oppress your enemies,
I’ll display that crutch on which you rely,
Watch you pale with dread.
The mouse to flay beneath the colonnade,
Celebrate the [...]
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popcorn in the gutters
swept from trees by the acid wind
the rich white foam that drowns the streets
my middle name
written in words only I recognize
at the bottom of the sign for an arena
bad phong shway
the convenience store
commercializing wisdom of millenia
i ching
you ching
so this is what it means
to be
halfway
between east and west
i hope i can
remember this [...]