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...
