Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.
Category: nature
Contra-Panda Ops in the Savage Bamboo Wood
The Savage Bamboo Pandas resented Humberto peeking in, all paparazzo, measuring, taking notes. Panda-Wrangler Humberto said “Ohhhh eeeeeeeez gonnna cost … More
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas As with our poppies Nonetheless We, scorpions We expect a yield
Cicadas n otro sacrifices
Oh, sure, you salted cicadasWe, scorpionsWe, expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics to a blind hate We poisoned … More
Raised among pomegranates
We harry hornets to hystericsWe poison scorpions w their own eggsThis generation raised among pomegranates must die
They shall gaunten like a feral cat
salmon shall run no more bears shall sit their haunches eddies shall pass them by they shall fish no more … More
Bamboo refused the stand upright
Bamboo refused the stand upright Relief in the voices of Of birds and bees Who no longer alight .
Tailing that black dog them game trails very black night
In Lightfoot, Virginia Those child-bearing days That black dog and I rode them game trails out back, lights-free, blackout-drive She … More
We begged our children as bats, v2
We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To … More
Daughter yours, bolt-action god ours
The breech, the block, the betrothal Your sunless daughter Our bolt-action god What’s done is done Inshallah
Sometimes we have to decide, is all
Someone really should update this. Make a better one. Add ASTRO BIRDY FRODO JASPER SOPHIE
Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free, blackout-drive
In Lightfoot, Virginia Those child-bearing days Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free. She led. I followed. … More
Enrique Caruso, doom-bird of Mayfair
ok, not so much singing, it was Enrique Caruso, the insane brain-battered red cardinal who every sunrise sunset flies straight … More
I could really let my inner dog-Nazi go (Stuart)
Kathy and I have so enjoyed the dog-sitting: especially when the Lombards’ two hounds were over and it was crazy … More
Yield thee a mantis of bother
We are hornets bred w scorpion genesHornet father, scorpion motherGuard your daughtersYield thee a mantis of bother
Savage Bamboo Wood: Pandas-On-Ice Parade
Ma SITREP: The Savage Bamboo Panda Mob is having a fine, rollicking good time. They strapped on bamboo shoots as … More
The freeway filled w broken-hero cicadas
The freeway filled w broken-hero cicadas
Rued his fat-bellied Mad-Max cicada days
Rued his fat-bellied Mad-Max cicada days Swayed every pretty young cicada to his side Pedal to the metal A-rage, them … More
Kermit the Frog, Cicada Phil
This just in! your reporter Kermit The Frog, dateline: Columbia: like any, every, cock-blocked, Sriracha-sodden troubadour at sunrise, Cicada Phil … More
Pulls fire like teeth from the earth
Miners unmoored, swim about their rib cages,Pilot-fish blind,They search for sensible wallsthat whisper: “Yours, the falling, has ended” Weary waitresses … More
Drive out past the light-line at FTICA
say you drive out past the light-line take an orange out of a chest of ice and place it in … More
“Ah, Alcotán, last time was ours
When Timo caught by the Nx convoy he gives up coolly, totally outnumbered, makes sure Alcotán stays cool. Timo knows … More
Whistler’s Mother blows The Deer Hunter
Enviado: Miércoles 9 de agosto de 2017 17:49 Sweetie, I’m not concerned about “You’re a jerk.“ and … More
Death of a family dog
The black dog Took her blue death in Stun-brown Texas .
Into the ship’s screw
The breach dolphin navy-grey Took her final purposeful exhale Into the ship’s screw, The whale .
Hackles in the twister
Hackles in the twister there She snaps She sails Her teeth bare .
Ally. Back from Texas the day I put her down
Ali Testaments to Ally I mentioned in timelessness. Very long. No time to read it today. Jay I’d just … More
The rot so quiet
The pull So glacier The rot So quiet .
As you would any sparrow
Father You should kill me as you would any sparrow Bury me in your garden Daughter
Madrasa-mutton, seared
This madrasa-mutton, seared Swing Sleep Spin On skewers run-through
Like any poisoned goat
We shall excrete your brood Our haunches down Our knees bowed Our eyes screwed Like any colic mule Like any … More
Daughters buried like dirty cicadas
Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas
The people, the watch, the whole enchilada
Bitter Porch Troll in the line for The Porch “Is this the reservation line?” “Do you have a reservation?” “No. … More