Why try to get published when you can post your poetry on the Internet?
My eyes and nose are raining on my navel. I’m sneezing thunderstorms. How’s the weather around you? The inside of my nose itches. The outside has tissue burns. How’s your tan? My head feels like a cantaloupe that’s gotten moldy. I hope you’re feeling well. I’ve got a cold. My room is cold. Winter is … Continue reading dear one
A whirl, light, and within an opened plane stands every bookspine. Multitudes offer typed fellowship, windows cross blare and vanish. Remember the white box below the mirror. The velvet compartments that folded out, stone rainbows with hinges, frozen stars and clasps, touching pearls. Remember the mirror, and off to the side a single greying photograph … Continue reading virtual worlds
Smear the queer — the guy with the ball was it. All he had to do was drop the ball, and we all would attack the next person who was it.
gotta go gotta go gotta go go go gotta go gotta go gotta go go go go go gotta get some gotta get some gotta get some go gotta get some go gotta go gotta go gotta get some go gotta get some gotta get some gotta get some gas gotta get some gas gotta … Continue reading blues
Douglas – that’s Scottish for a bog man who did just half a day’s digging.