Saturday, April 23, 2016
Sex changed my life
now i'm insane
but i can still recall
the initial stain
the birth of all
innocence crossed
overlapped activity
way past nativity
and never got lost
only knowing sets
in; trust if not dread
what ea. path begets
is grounded to a bed
Jan Jansdaad
"I'm the dad of my daughter Jan. My dad too was named Jan after his, etc. Jan can name her son or daughter Jan and may already have."
Thursday, April 14, 2016
hip click
daylight hours are too fraught, still
less than evening's piqued replays,
and my hip clicks walking near the
ears of the seated; i'm an amazing
thing. here, deep night comes into
play. life for most is suspended, a
pool in two dimensions, while the
fewer number brave grateful sighs.
tho paucity of sun will block sight
one might grope around to identify
the very young and going old and
otherwise awake n' hopeless ones.
by Donna
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Stuck in a drama means
chemical love dungeon:
stuck in a drama means
you see and feel all of it
the slow gut gyration is
wait that could be a bug:
ulcerous source as moot
i pray to be grateful for
this opportunity to have
these particular horrors:
Reptily
"Ima continue."
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Bounds of trespass
you'll have the old farm house next to the new one because they owned all that property. Then the old one might become a huge compost heap, storage out building, rental, haunted ancestors. Then the farmers move away to a city and workers and machines till the soil and one or both houses might go roofless turning back to the land with remains, maybe the cement pool and patio, coated in pesticide
i said i don't like anything but i used to like that back before they kicked my ass out of there. now there's only intimate persons and no new world, back to primal shack, no more camping out at the cusp of the void in kumeyaay cahuilla and torres-martinez home, always the spaceman the visitor, no reason for pride in ancient family grants, and then the safe anonymity within the bounds of trespass
i said i don't like anything but i used to like that back before they kicked my ass out of there. now there's only intimate persons and no new world, back to primal shack, no more camping out at the cusp of the void in kumeyaay cahuilla and torres-martinez home, always the spaceman the visitor, no reason for pride in ancient family grants, and then the safe anonymity within the bounds of trespass
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
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