Thursday, February 19, 2009

Knife-hit

[just a quick poem i put together with the fridge magnets]

how the languid moon
manipulates me
wind & shadow they shine
only in black light rains
chanting screams smear the sky
behind honey and meat
delirious I recall
a forest in a sea of wax
& soar

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

As I sit in Syre Hall & go out to drink:

[edit: I may polish this up at some point...it almost has a rhythm and needs perhaps a better cadence anyways.]

seven nine five and ten in colors
cryptic and wild from one comrade to another
lovers of life love each other
always ever the after
always ever the more
always ever after ever more

three com data
the typical residential remodeling project
which are something to march
commerce
are somewhat shortfall
was struck by more
than the butter and Congress for me
remove the veteran male
Alzheimer's
a smaller fasteners
are held land claims for the old
walled the start
of friendly walls
British band sometime
maelstrom
newsletter
or user
or said
Leonhardt and purchased into what works
best on a total isn't a book
of what can I can still eleven's
but hundred works for a bit of advice
but the beginning of investor alert

Whatcom Watters has vision hiding behind his fingers
sixteen-hundred watts of vision never seen before
music from Syre is time anyone's done
informal musical talent Watters said
attract people of life uplifted, enriched
We know by experience, Watters said

people call me cheap
I'm charged four-fifty for a beer
I get for two-fifty down the street
I never hesitate
if it means the best deal
It's a fact
I'm cheap.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The God of Rock

To pass cometh the quiet masses of great Lyndinheim. They dideth upon march the unmuted peoples of Vellinstorpingham. Jeswin sisterking of Vellingstorpingham dideth see Janothyn brotherking of Lyndinehim. Withe water Sacknook gnawen the beaches sisterking and brotherking dideth argue and dispute. Vellinstorpingham of much was din and noise. Upon streets neareth Lyndinheim lay silence and wind. Jeswin sought war with Janothyn and soeth siblings returnen withe grim news to bear.

Neareth the Fern Dale armed foe would meeten armed foe...