‘n I remember the pride with which she listed that bill of rights,‘n she told use all how that first amendment made us that very best in the world,that it was why all those immigrants shipped ‘cross Ellis Island,why them terrorists seized those passenger jets back in ’01,’cause they were scared of what that meant. …
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Untitled #635 (2014)
President Obama looks like he hasn’t slept,why would he? I don’t blame him,but he’s got to say more than that.
Untitled #629 (2014)
Maybe, maybe, maybe.Got those wood-worked scars ‘n those would be should be could bes,but they keep yellin’ that it ain’t easy bein’ young,keep tellin’ that it just takes patience,‘n they’re probably right, but I got these jobs I been doin’ since sixteen,bussin’ now, trained by a seventeen year old,‘n now, I don’t mean that like …
Untitled #630 (2014)
taut-stretched languid days spent on long-love, songs,sigh-drawn fingers and well travel skin. I miss most those storm-sodden days,spent bundled up, two against that relentless gray. But I’d rather craft craftless tales and piece-meal poems,I’d rather indulge in fantasy than *have* adventure.In my dreams I die content and …
Untitled #631 (2014)
261.3, as the highway flies,247.7 from home.It ain’t that far,three-four on the road,to get there. Course, Joplin was only 60.6 when the storms hit,‘n we drove threw awe-struck at the destruction,but it don’t feel so close to home. ‘n there’s so much that ain’t right with this system,I ain’t keen ’bout how those loans work,I …
Untitled #624 (2014)
‘; The trick is that everything changes form. This is the full text of “Dictionaerie”, including a portion that is only spoken.
Untitled #626 (2014)
in that neon glaze, can’t help but love the ‘morrow.and for so, so long… you’ve thought all these lost letters some kind of drawl,but the truth of it,the marrow of it,is that letters are just a tad sandy,‘n the harder you make ’em work,th mr slp thrgh yr fngrs. ‘n ain’t it, ain’t it somethin’ …
Untitled #627 (2014)
Hey man, you suck! Yeah!?Yeah!?!YEAH!?!?! Yeah. Yeah, well…I hope horribly horrid heliotropes hang hassled hams heartfelt and historical, haloing huffed humors hysterically while hindering huge heaps, and hindsight hints heroic hankering that helplessly hisses hollow hackles of hardened hideousness. Hopeless. Huddled. What? Go suck a tailpipe!
Untitled #623 (2014)
But it’s got that refain.We’ve got to run, love.But.Beat to beat.Repeat. That record skip smile,those interstellar gazes,that tilted lilt eating its way through memories. and those flood-waters are comin’that levy’s cracked through and through,and storms drip rivulets down car windows,tires kicking up mist in the river-swells… the swell,the swell,the want to want to want… and …
Untitled #620 (2014)
Beat to beat.Repeat. For all, for all that,Home ain’t but four walls ‘n a door,the rest, the rest is shared.I still got my shit in boxes,but they’re mine.I still sleep on the floor,but it’s mine. And there’s that death in the family,and i didn’t believe, I didn’t believe.but i believe, and I know, and i …
