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A Letter to a Lost Love

My dearest Sleep –

Fuck you and the horse on which you rode into my life … and right back out of my life. I asked you nicely, and you just laughed in my face.

You know how much I care about you … why must you be so elusive, playing hard to get? [...]

Poetry Friday

REMEMBER, BODY …  

Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds where you lay, but also those desires for you, shining clearly in eyes and trembling in a voice—and some chance obstacle thwarted them. Now when everything is the past, it almost looks as if you gave yourself to [...]

Video Poetry (Looks Edition)

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Video Poetry (Rancid Edition)

RANCID – LAST ONE TO DIE

Everybody saying we gotta take a chance And telling me what the hell went wrong We only listen to the words that we sing Now a million are singing along

(Last one) We got it right, you got wrong, We’re still around (Last one to die) We’re going [...]

It has been brought to my attention …

… that some of my behavior, blog posts, and comments on other people’s blogs is making some people uncomfortable, or even “freaked out”, as one friend put it.

For that, please accept my most sincere and humble apologies.

I was stunned, and extremely embarrassed by how my actions and words are, and have been [...]

Video Poetry (part hell-even)

DOA – THE PRISONER

Apartment walls, halls are small Government building site much too small These tiny boxes won’t let me out These tiny boxes are too remote It’s a screaming mess Television city dream Your robot’s eyes gleam In my future dream Yeah hey!

It’s not fate or chance It’s the money in [...]

Video Poetry (part ‘Merkin)

AMERICA by Allen Ginsberg

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. I don’t feel good don’t bother me. I won’t write my [...]