Monday, October 10, 2005

zakat

it will have its due
it will come in small plastic
bags
in every corner
aftershocks and during school
dupattas and donations
it will have its due
send more bodybags
or dollars to buy more bodybags
the earth is already open to recieve them
in places so deep
we need to fly there
it will have its due
and more research wont stop it
just render it intelligible
next time

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

thr33 2wo 1ne

he's high like
kites fly and
moms like to
eat fries with
tabasco lemon salt
stuff for wounds
makes her break
fast go down
morning moon might

Friday, August 26, 2005

your own, personal, deixis

whoa man, you getting WAY to theoretical
i mean, who the hell are you,
trying

blue kids on blue trains
all bandana, no brain
blowing charles a mile
bebefore

(huh, snuck it in there)

new blog, old blog

i've abandoned the serial qwerty poem - it got a bit boring, to be honest.

instead, i'm going to dump new poems here.

blah blah blog blog.

Friday, June 10, 2005

m

queef!

we

earn

rent through your underwear!

i

obit personal ads sadly.

do fear george

(however, justify keats)

linger zero.

expect continuity.

visit,

by naming me.

n

mere queers wear ears rear tears yearly ugly inklings of peerage
and suck ducks, fuck gunk, hunt junk, kick lumps
zen xen cent vets bent netting

b

no more quicks
won early ray
toy you undress
i one pot
a sign dies
fine guy hot
juice kip lips
zag xing cops
vitamin bee

v

beaten neatly meaty
questing westward eastly
resting testing yeasty
upping inches or
priestly apples singly
deepening features ginger
heating jeans keeps
leafy zoos excreting
cheap veering

c

vice breasted next minister
quells wars, eats regimes.

time you upskirt internet opportunist photographers
actually sexed, dammit.

fucking great home, jeeves.

ken lives.

zapata xocalata.

c?

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

z

ex-wife
calls.

ventilated brusque
nepotists munch

qa'aba waists
eclectic rates

tried younging
us:

i openly poured
a soda down

free, gone, hot.

just keeping low
zealand.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

l

i think i want to scrap this project.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

k

low zion
ex caliban
vellum breasts
noon moon
quim whose
ewes return
turn yellow
under indignities
opalescent purities
a single
deed for
gum - hun
juices, kay?