Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I Bite My Tongue While Sleeping
ALEJANDRO JODORWSKY: two pearls to think and three short poems poems Zen STONE ROAD.
* Poetry is the silence.
* poetry is the splendor of truth
1
Free for myself even
2
Search
not look you in the other
teaches you the tricks you
3
New Year
My whole past is summarized a cry
Monday, January 24, 2011
Can Clonazepam Cause Kidney Stone
HIGHLY RECOMMENDED IN THE RACE BLUES
weed that sprouts in the garden of absence
*
The faint slowly
some evenings ago to see my hours pass like clouds
surely no return
clustered
weed that sprouts in the garden of absence
*
The faint slowly
some evenings ago to see my hours pass like clouds
surely no return
clustered
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Gay Sauna What To Wear
gritted against the palate dark syllable
career
we are attaching uprooting
gravitate to the tune of resignation in the race
burn in the bush of exile
pretend to know the secret of its futility in the race
remnants of skin left on
stones
eat his flight spray our thirst
career fighting the battle of returning to ourselves
reach the essence of nature's career
heirs of the continuity we
and trembling we raise a final prayer the horizon to the memory
to the overhead light of nostalgia
to the faith of love for fantasy
the verse that the utopian
tattoos
NIGHT IN BLUES I
Friday, January 14, 2011
Can A Stomache Bug Delay Your Period
returns home as time wore her laugh
that he lands on his shoulder showed he only hears
the hollow melody of silence while
icy moon in light silhouettes the way you
shuns such as shadows from another time
from the self-tune melody
NIGHT IN BLUES II
With the trumpet of Miles Davis on us me
said when I saw the fear
disfiguring those lips
illuminating the reproaches with embers of passion
sinking into
scalpel reason as halving the siege of voice
knew he did not want to lose
BLUES NIGHT AT III
hear a voice emerges from his notes
midsummer sun
sings wistfully of a backlight
blues poems
Friday, January 7, 2011
Who Makes The Fun Finder Campers
THE STILL OF THE TIMES
of fugitive time
dropwise distills every dream
of their brilliance still sang happy
the fireside
drunken songs sang its chorus tireless residue
night is
white sand on a wave rumor
tidal rhythm of drums and percussion
drop a white star on the beach
cold and light a fire that haunt our shadows
of fugitive time
dropwise distills every dream
of their brilliance still sang happy
the fireside
drunken songs sang its chorus tireless residue
night is
white sand on a wave rumor
tidal rhythm of drums and percussion
drop a white star on the beach
cold and light a fire that haunt our shadows
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Blue Eyes Waffle Disease

Picasso
guitar Suffering
weighs the penalty lap
sterile blue light falls on the evening oblique
cobalt blue melancholy
New poem added to the book: THE THIRST OF
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