tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post8726005301468156336..comments2010-02-01T16:03:26.824-08:00Comments on objects of imitation: We all have them...katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-89806384633259132742009-09-24T12:22:49.829-07:002009-09-24T12:22:49.829-07:00arriving home to the end of day
mail still clingin...arriving home to the end of day<br />mail still clinging to the slot too fat to fit through<br />catalogs - the grease of my secret longing<br />to covet colors and fit<br />which shoes to get, how much<br />the angst of credit<br />and terminal wantRiversdeephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13325749959478691217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-36400766357898957172009-09-22T16:04:23.544-07:002009-09-22T16:04:23.544-07:00children's books
are for children.children's books<br />are for children.katyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-54707440807833578752009-09-20T10:54:42.704-07:002009-09-20T10:54:42.704-07:00Flashing lights in geometric patterns
Puffs of ma...Flashing lights in geometric patterns <br />Puffs of man-made fog cloud the dark room<br />Obscure European melodies pound through cheap kickers<br />Blurred bodies and misguided movements <br />I take my place among them<br />Moving lesser goers to the side<br />Cheap beer wetting my feet<br />Sweat oozing from every pore<br />I dance, until I cannot dance anymore.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01635882992428521314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-47268607382025540192009-09-20T08:58:39.292-07:002009-09-20T08:58:39.292-07:00aw stink, on a reread... it should be guilty not g...aw stink, on a reread... it should be guilty not gulity, argh!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-86053908534918446232009-09-20T08:44:03.725-07:002009-09-20T08:44:03.725-07:00fuzzy wuzzy, amber and inchworm
naming a few
nosta...fuzzy wuzzy, amber and inchworm<br />naming a few<br />nostalgic scents<br />shivers a slight smile<br />waxy, stale, bitter <br />tobacco tin hides pipe<br />soap, hot magenta and dirt<br />a gulity pleasure, indeed<br />an anamnesis<br />that's mine to keepAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-24918618098528398212009-09-19T23:08:05.142-07:002009-09-19T23:08:05.142-07:00WRITING POEMS IN THE NIGHT
Is writing poems in th...WRITING POEMS IN THE NIGHT<br /><br />Is writing poems in the <br />middle of the night a<br /><br />"guilty pleasure" after all<br />when the fly that wants to<br /><br />get out the screen door and<br />circles round and round and<br /><br />crashes sometimes into the lamp and<br />the sound of crickets out there in the<br /><br />night calling for mates or whatever<br />they may play those rhythmic<br /><br />castanets for may ultimately be<br /><br />the only audience however inter-species<br />after all to all my<br /><br />pen scritch-scratches in the night and then <br />me reading back to myself in the <br /><br />morning what drowsily or deep-consciously<br />I might have writ?<br /><br />Is my own "guilty <br />pleasure" the only reason for it?Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04866700467301416342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-79255033699928126022009-09-19T12:38:18.289-07:002009-09-19T12:38:18.289-07:00commute
i steal into a window seat each evening ...commute <br /><br />i steal into a window seat each evening <br />on the wmata red line train to glenmont,<br />someone’s greasy face print on the glass<br />blurring my view of the outside world.<br /><br />the metro slowly wobbles into motion<br />lulling me into a b-movie dream sequence,<br />where your smile widens back to the molars, <br />making a chiaroscuro of my ill-lit mind.Jenni B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09700504821285967720noreply@blogger.com