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Crushed Petals
What’s lost is lost we can’t regain what went down in the flood --- Wedding Song Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood? --- Lost in the flood And behold, I, ...
A distraction, a trick of the tail
I woke up to a pretty sunrise, pretty the way the sunrises are here in this piece of the Midwest; broad, shallow, pale. The attic windows face east. The morning train runs west to east, or, I sup...
A shelter from pigs on the wing
Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells --- Pink Floyd With your head down in the pig bin Saying “keep...
Trying not to be silly a guerrilla essay like thing on Love
I’ve been writing a few entries on the border of religion. I’m really skating the border of the nature of love. Religion has the most abstract version of love in it. Yet, it is out there. I don’t...
Just the intro is going to be about the show I’m not watching. These sons of whores who smoke crack while writing the show have a lot of dead people scenes, and, you know, almost dead but makes a...
Christ I hope this is a short rant. The show I’m not watching has jumped the shark so many different ways and so many times there’s just a dorsal fin with tread marks laying in the dust. Even fro...
As I was going to St. Ives
It’s later on the very same day or perhaps a very different day, nobody really gives a fuck. It could be ‘Once upon a time …’ or ‘Eat me I’m a fish’. Yet, writing workshops, or the online places ...
Spoonful a spoonful a spoonful
Woke in the middle of the night. It wasn’t good. Sweating, stomach upset. There are reasons to keep some things to yourself, lots of different reasons. Stress, never let them see you sweat. Stoic...
Where the W and T meet the F
This is what happens when I splice three different quarter finished things without segue, explanation or editing. Not my problem anymore. Hey kids. Boy howdy, when I set my mind to it I write a ...
Yeah Butt ...
I have this deal with a friend; no email unsent. I’m glad I don’t have that deal with the Box. Some days I write six or seven half entries, that is three or four pages where whatever passes as a ...
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All the clouds are cumuloft Walking in space Oh my God your skin is soft I love your face How dare they try to end this beauty? How dare they try to end this beauty? --- Hair And your wise men ...
A dance for the people who like to go down slow
The sun stays up longer. The winds have been harsh the last few days. Weather; everybody is talking about it nobody’s doing anything about it. The human heart is a funny muscle, pretty simple, as...
I'm a little too wrung out for a title, just pretend it's snappy, ok?
So the show I’m not watching has a bunch of shit about greatness, accomplishments, following your dreams and all the other attendant happy horseshit designed to turk your jeers and make you sniff...
NEUPC
Made it through a birthday with all my fingers and toes, assorted other limbs and organs, wrote a long ass entry which I decided not to post. Not that Haredawg Drools (is that who I am here?) has...
unedited freewrite (sober)
It should be fairly safe typing, sure I have open bottle of poison (nicotine juice) on the desk, but hell, I’m old timber right? What could possibly go wrong? You know what the Violent Femmes and...
Judging from the below not-so-happy-horseshit; I’ve forgotten how to write poetry. It doesn’t bother me, I mean having forgotten, the not so happy horseshit below bothers me. I wouldn’t post it i...
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It’s the seventeenth of February 2014. If you can log on to the Box you could cheat on a mild cognitive impairment test. Funny thing is our gadgets are becoming like speed dial; there’s a cookie ...
Lost and Kept
For years, decades, the Lost Things were my minor muse. Eminently recognizable, impossible to grab a hold of. There is a type of poem that is mostly just a grocery list, words inter-connected by ...
Ok so I’ve been watching this popular show, teenage drama kind, too grossly formulaic to even use the name so I can type I Will Deny It In Public, and, though it’s been cliché out of the “cough c...
Not warm and fuzzy
… Girls comb their hair in the rearview mirror And the boys try to look so hard … --- Springsteen It was a big hit in the day. Springsteen had dirt under his nails. Several years back when Tipp...
State of the dawg 2-11
I’m beat down. I mean I woke up this way. Hmmm, maybe that way. Maybe woke is too past tense, I’m waking up that way. It seems like I should be chain smoking; stress, pain, smoke my old friend. E...
You speak my language
A few billion years ago (maybe just a decade or two) there was this band called morphine; a three piece, bass, baritone sax and, shit, I don’t remember, a piano would make sense, maybe a guitar. ...
Flash Friday 2-7-14 Write a flash about people on a bus
“Have you accepted Jesus Christ into your heart?” “Have you had another person’s shit on your hands?” The back of a greyhound at night. Maybe the back of every greyhound. It used to be you coul...
I type to keep from biting
I could start off bitching. I won’t. Little ashamed of myself for getting jacked up in the first. You really should treat demented old folks like dogs; do NOT bap them on the nose with a newspape...
This is a title for an entry about stuff
There’s a long distance train Driving through the rain Tears on the letter I write There a woman I long to touch And I’m missing her so much But she’s drifting like a satellite --- A song by...
Book Description
Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”
