Editor @ May 14, 2007 # One Comment
More Morf, Murfree!
By J.D. Nelson
Tag team orange
& silver w/ no wings
or wings on fire?
Burning feathers
& a gallon of
beast-blood.
I care a lot,
like Chuck,
like a 20 y/o kid
coming back
from sand-land
w/ no smile.
I stood on top
of the refrigerator
as friends from my past
paraded through the kitchen,
chanting get down from there kid
don’t worry about me, just help me
find some weed […]
Editor @ April 9, 2007 # 3 Comments
Your lips aren’t as moist as the little card says
By JD Nelson
Runaway ghouls
& pine cones.
Who has
the flashlight?
I need to go
behind that tree –
Maybe I’ll lose
the clown makeup
& start some nice
spaghetti.
Editor @ February 27, 2007 # No Comment Yet
bug eyes doing anything
My breath is black. I’m no mathematician. I landed on a weird square, so I sat down for a little more. You’re with me, Nature Man, here in your eyes. I could fry an egg. Don’t be frightened by the howl of the wolf wind and don’t let the manic cries of […]