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April 2, 2007 at 12:25 pm #73081
Chinaski Greets Dead Christmas Trees Downtown Near the Racetrack
A movie?
Chinaski
slips away
brands
a winning ticket
laments to
his newly truncated
floozy, dear girl, she
drinks like a fish
and so does he
live
for his words are
a mere elixir
a proposition
for wringing hands
to write turrets
don’t make
a wrong
move
could prove fatal
recurring nausea
limping biscuits
tossed
aphrodisiac scrotum
on the rocksApril 12, 2007 at 8:29 pm #73082shaken but only stirred with words
weary looks did the rest revenge
right out of the back seat pause
laugh retreat now we stand toe
to ear without a chance of hearing
the true meaning of time, patience.i’ll take the truth if you’d only offer
me a choice can’t stand a done deal
dangling in the moment maybe more
but you know the score so you play
along like trees in the wind without
woo we give little time to anyone.Falling back on the dream of caring
close but still not quite sharing sure
a line here a smile there but where
is the way we always start the day
doused in fear hoping the dread is
cancelled so the rest revels peace.May 1, 2007 at 4:31 pm #73083will regret this post but here goes. the nuns in grade school got mad when i read this in class:
idi amin and khoemeini are friends
idi amin won’t eat m&ms.
not the red ones, the brown ones,the yellow nor green
if you hand him some he will just scream
"won’t eat them won’t have them not ever no more"
idi amin won’t eat m&ms.
let’s go to war.May 1, 2007 at 4:53 pm #73084
Welcome, Kathleen
May 1, 2007 at 5:00 pm #73085Thanks very much!
May 1, 2007 at 5:32 pm #73086Welcome too Kathleen

I`m a lousy poet so I never post here
but maybe someday I`ll post a bunch of random words I wrote down back in the `90sMay 1, 2007 at 5:45 pm #73087thanks much!
you can see i’m no rimbaud.May 1, 2007 at 6:06 pm #73088"kathleen " wrote:thanks much!
you can see i’m no rimbaud.Oh, I’m still working on a Rimbaud thrown at me somewhere else: "Je est un autre" I’m still turning that phrase around in my mind. It is truly theatrical.
May 6, 2007 at 10:34 pm #73089every post gets a toast
times shared words there
goes another announcing
any event advent or just
vent various vices victumless
full of suspense pleased
past part hope all soon
start stand smile soda flows
free dumb land live give
great not a soul does this
ghost hate harmless sound
silent alarm less never near
thanks off whenever sad
listen to j jumping just rad.May 20, 2007 at 7:54 am #73090I’m up
I’m on
filling in
the crack
of dawn
Darwin, God!
help me
get off my log
I’m waiting for
brekkie
like a father
to Chinaski
the potatoes
are cold
the coffee is weak
the bread broken
I’m afraid of criticism
a token for
my soul food
has dipped
its trusty thirst
it did sleep
it fed kitty
it came back
it prepared
its repast
it did eat
I’m waiting
I’m waiting
Chinaski
are the Christmas trees
still dead?May 21, 2007 at 9:31 am #73091Did my thirty
it’s still early
I’ve got
the no pulley bluesMay 24, 2007 at 10:13 am #73092Maps
In too deep
either I grow gills
or I drown
to the sound
of your music
screw it!
it could be
anybody
it could be
just another
waste
of a nubile body
waiting in line
for chump change
from humpty dumpty
Trust, no, thrust
Ok…uh…OK
No… what?May 26, 2007 at 7:10 am #73093I wandered lonely
as a cloud.
In a cloud.
Of fragrant ganja.June 12, 2007 at 12:02 am #73094drop in the buck bit by spiders
yuck yikes you’ll get gross so
hit rewind fine tune redue
over still sober smile give
in win without trying
still smiling told you
soda not pop got
reason right stopstart build buy or
sell make or break
borrow steel sort of
used to make cents wow
now next door chore chose
lose left theft thought process
mess make better offer sweater
cold cash close stash shown grownJune 19, 2007 at 12:45 pm #73095Please
Consider me
when the prop lights
shine up
my country.
Consider me
when mute
arabesque
flies belies
the west
has dyed
its everlasting
comet
breast
behest
for what brings
the wings
of a drowning beast
to close its eyes
covered in layers
that which lies
on cobblestoned streets
it reeks
it reeks
of foot
and mouth disease
it leaks
it speaks
and then sends
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