what would Jesus do
with the burnt ends
of daily embellishments
minutes squandered in omission
social repudiation
over the tops of our noses
scornful of someone
distinctly less
to swell ourselves up
to make something aggrandized
but less
authentic
and sell out humanity
for the price
of a quick upper
what would Jesus do
with egocentric
nose thumbing pride
slurping the cream
and leaving sour
rings on the bottom
for forage
what would Jesus do
with our silly weapons
retained
while we restrain
or triturate anyone else
that poses a thought
of parity
what would Jesus do
with our self-righteousness
in the temple of the would
what would he do
Friday, October 08, 2004
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Take Notice
I declare
a state of intoxication
Exists by overdose
of regulations
from the commonwealth.
The proletariat hereby
restricts your ass from
penetration past this
point.
a state of intoxication
Exists by overdose
of regulations
from the commonwealth.
The proletariat hereby
restricts your ass from
penetration past this
point.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
It's All Here
the smell of October
damp leaves
the taste
of flying vermin
off course
crashing one’s mouth
the wreckage
spit upon the sidewalk
damp leaves
the taste
of flying vermin
off course
crashing one’s mouth
the wreckage
spit upon the sidewalk
It's Here!!!!!
Pat Berge - co-editor of Under The Telling Tree Anthology e-mailed me today to tell me of the arrival of the proof copies. I called her to see if she was a wired as the e-mail sounded. She was! Good thing she was inside because the sky could not have contained her.
I have three pieces in the anthology which will be available very soon!
I have three pieces in the anthology which will be available very soon!
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Barry & Bush
Barry, my faithfull Doxie heard a Village in Texas is missing an idiot. He felt obligated to return him to Crawford.
WTG Barry!
WTG Barry!
First Tuesday In October
It's Post Card Poem Tuesday. The first one to be precise.
I just sent off my first poem poet card to Ivy and I have to say, as it disappears at the post office and you turn and walk out the door it is a humbling experience.
Other people are going to read this.... A postman or two and of course another poet. Suddenly, you wish this were something you spent a week or more on, not a spontanious exercise in poetry. [Gulp!]
I just sent off my first poem poet card to Ivy and I have to say, as it disappears at the post office and you turn and walk out the door it is a humbling experience.
Other people are going to read this.... A postman or two and of course another poet. Suddenly, you wish this were something you spent a week or more on, not a spontanious exercise in poetry. [Gulp!]
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