woman screaming

•November 10, 2009 • Leave a Comment

she screamed. she screamed
    so loud
“aaahahaahaahahhahhahahhhhhhahhhaaaaaahhhhhhahhhhh”

I mean you can hear it, right, by all the letters that I put in the word
I mean you can hear those letters
can’t you, the letters represent her scream

“don’t use the glass on the counter
aaahahaahaahahhahhahahhhhhhahhhaaaaaahhhhhhahhhhh
I drank my orange juice out of it this morning
I haven’t washed it
it’s been sitting on the counter all day
it is dirty”

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algebra du soleil

•November 10, 2009 • Leave a Comment

with the gallery’s attention the
professor said, “how many frozen
milks are there if 1 train is
going 35mph eastward, … “

several students closed there books
and left the room, walking
not together, but hearing
each other’s foot steps, hallways echo them

42 years later at a cirque du soleil
event in downtown Atlanta,
one recognized another, and laughed.

the other puked, the first laughed,
the other puked, the first laughed,
the other puked, the first laughed

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Valentino of Naples and his extended family

•November 10, 2009 • Leave a Comment

the gangsters lined up against the wall
the riflemen took aim and fired and the gangsters fell
I offered cheese to the saddened wives
but bestowed upon them was grief too great for even cheese

the director
offered the wives the opportunity
to file by
the heavy bodies

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alas, with wind and rain and many moons – or seasons, whichever -
came the healing. The wives recovered from their ordeal
and regained their strengths. Their husbands’ infected wounds
got better and, gangsters they be, the men returned
to their lives.

and I asked one of the wives if she regretted
not enjoying the cheese I had offered her one
stormy day those years ago – or moons, whichever.

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passenger lady

•November 9, 2009 • Leave a Comment

passenger lady loves the whatmost septic faculties and their briefly
challenging conversational paths that are already conclusive and only but a small bit divisive

when she arrives at home she smells air
:the front porch
its probably best that her gentle fingers do touch the handrail
:she makes her way
the kids will be excited, they’re going to hug her now that she is home

then
the nightime
the dreams
the morningtime
the things to do
catch the train

and on the morning in to town,
she wont know that these people are the same people that she saw yesterday
since they are not the same people after all
… it’s good
so she will get started again
and go on for the whole ride in to town
and start these hours as if they’re already fine

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hot cobbler smarts

•November 9, 2009 • 1 Comment

there’s much harassment left
over from the peach eating
sunday weekend
grandma cooked,
she put gravy on the peeled
and a glass of tea sweet like
the Southern air and wildlife,
I ate cobbler, drank the tea
.
everybody got along fine and took
quick moments home with cameras,
developed back then
.
yep, everybody got along

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