April 2009
3 posts
apropos.
pilarelizabethv:
A perfect cup of coffee, an equally apropos mug; Push their scent up swirling towards an infinite form Of horizon, these lines we make up with eyes, Make sense of all these angles, perspectives Pulsing and crossing, swing like Tarzan On ropes of binding Particles from see To shining sea.
March 2009
9 posts
Cumbias
botchednosejob:
Lurched above Avenida Velasco
eucalyptus leaves clack and clatter
.
palsy torrents of tambourines dubbed
lightly against the plum desert night.
.
A peepshow of branches grasp
the burlesque of stars, skin flashes
.
a moonish cream and marble innards
of chlorophyll: aloe vera green,
.
cardboard brown, varicose purple.
Questions carved like lovers names
.
beneath the bark in...
Violet Rain.
She wasn’t one to cheat on a lover. When that time came the act was replaced by difficult conversation, which ended in puddles of love even deeper, or a new friend. Her path wasn’t paved in fame nor fortune; infamous among mice and men. Violet didn’t mind, her path was precisely: hers.
A night like any other
revolvigmindpoetry:
Crisp autumn nights make me feel
alive. While I sit on a stairway
in Long Beach, the cold ocean mist
slowly pours through 14th street
and begins to flow from my legs,
enwrapping at my waist, and settles
finally into my chest. I chase it down
with a drag from my cigarette, and the
two mix throughout my body. It is
as if I were immersed in a warm bath.
You know this feeling,...
Eve in the Garden
imagineadreamer:
I never asked to be the daughter Of an apple-eating serpent-loving temptress. Or to have these child bearing hips when the ladies in the magazines All look like starving prepubescent boys. Still, I remember the night when I found Blood-red splatters between my snowy thighs And my mother didn’t make me do the dishes. The boys- oh the boys- they learned To whistle at these roses...
Penis Envy
pilarelizabethv: botchednosejob:
The day my penis quit
he didn’t give his two weeks,
he wasn’t worried about the possibilities
of future references and resumes.
He just up and left
citing a bad office environment
and lack of action. He placed his cubical
in a cardboard box. I offered a raise
but it was beyond that point
and not about the money.
Unlike the notorious
tales of...
January 2009
2 posts
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