She's Laked Howsome
She’s Laked Howsome by stephen chamberlain She’s laked howsome, nor the singed, antennae-lilt. Not stilling the roundwaves as I ought your–this ridden song hung me
Month: March 2008
the night you were so drunk
the night you were so drunk by reed posey
godamn i really hope the float was properly assembled
godamn i really hope the float was properly assembled by joseph goosey Let’s watch this film about a cartoon rat and consecrate something I dreamed
chanting in chinatown
chanting in Chinatown by johannes bech dalsgaard i remember Chinatown everything changing hands so quickly, everybody’s all smiles but in Chinatown the smiles are more
foreign stuff
Foreign Stuff by daniel s. irwin Okay, so I don’t know A shit load about computers. Hell, I just found ‘spell check’ The other day.
Poverty
Poverty by john robinson Surrendering like a ghost-town rain window-shutters rattled an unsettled night that found itself running towards a small child that weeps a
1995
1995 by thurston moore sonic youth is playing a tiny club in new orleans with unwound and polvo and the place is a pressure cooker
Saturday morning
saturday morning by jim benz breakfast at Elsie’s – a whole neighborhood in three shrinking rooms *** drawn on the face of our elderly waitress
a moment or two
by travis catsull a moment or two The moon in the lot shoves a shadow off it’s leg (sleep leg) I find me a table
Texas-Style Haiku #4
Texas-Style Haiku #4 by gene defcon Power starved child in an electric chair Do not tempt me with your peaceful protestations I am humble before