shomi

"Met a girl who on days of the holy spirit sprouted fig trees to see the leaves flame petal.fig trees have no leaves. till their leaves blossom with flames when burned by the holy spirit, i.e. poet..."

"do for me what you done for guernicafor who on earth caresthat i'm already deadunbornshomi Written November 1st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 07:13 PM PST   20 • 0 • 1"

"Pigeonhole facesjobs, sex and placesto catch the 501.shomi Written November 1st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 07:23 PM PST   20 • 0 • 9"

"So you’ve finally reached Californiafound a new home CODpilgrimed and pioneered yourselfdrafted your seedand grafted your clonetypically tropical.You’re perfecting your putt and you’re taxedbut fax me..."

"He’d rather sell hoses than grow roses For a banker to barter for peaches.Write a script, they said, make a movielines that are groovy.A book of verse? What could be worse.Study the situationreport on..."

"A cup of spring teaa knife for harakiriand three lines, maybe. Written November 1st, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 02:13 PM PST   10 • 0"

"Marijuana marigoldantibiotic pissand stomach cancer pukelurk in blood and boneundetected unsuspectedtill flesh greets ganga. Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 10:19 PM PST   18 • 0 • 13"

"Night Walker’s SongVisions of angels risewhen the smoke gets in my headthe fences are all painted whiteand the neon signs lie deadin  moonshine cloudswalking down the empty streets the silence feels s..."

"For a price he killsdripping blood, he sings‘The rain pitters a dittyin my home, the hills.’Sometimes at nightstrange music comes to himover the tic tic tocthe cricket the cicada and the frogover the ..."

"It’s just a river, you knownot the ganges or a nile.Glacier white above and muddy belowhere it’s green. Moss muck money green.Yes, that’s my son with a gun.Boys, to be men, need toys, you knowand my w..."

"Iron underfoot and brass overheadspirits of gods long dead haunt this templepassion drips poisonand the limbs that came to be healedlie coiled in disbeliefincense fumes choke hymnerswho, voices faint,..."

"The rainmaker’s son is a sun worshipper. And he’s written a book. The bastard.Still borns are his specialtytimed miscarriages and  dead embryofish-finned foetuses and ill-timed abortions.If you have a..."

"I saw a bluebird today.Never having seen a bluebird I didn’t ask him to sing or flynor do I speak to the urbanitecrow or sparrow for their songs add no tunesto my flight.The rest is just the glimpse o..."

"I don’t tap my feet to music any more nor do I stomp and gyrate rock my head or flail my arms to mime destruction songs strum my heart rhythms beat my brain forget-me-not notes assault my dreams till..."

"A hijara touched me in the rickshaw this morningpalm cupping my chinred nails on my kneeacross the roadthe dogs were matingblack coveringbrown and whitethen an angry swirland a suddenly spat mother fu..."

"I’d rather die in a train smelling  sweat and steel and hair in the mouth or by tracks where sparrows mate (brown cricket balls dancing a scuffle round and round) on firm ground. Written November..."

"His father didn’t drink much.He didn’t do much of anythingexcept buy a gun, have a sonand die young.The son rode thirteen mileson a Friday nightto prove he was born lucky,just made that way.The harves..."

"Mother’s little helper spilt salt on the tableshe was thinking of tigersand her brother, the astral travellerhas connections with the third worldhe’s been riding in spacecraftsand daddy on a dead-end ..."

"He sang with angels created virtues for saints and commerced with men. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 02:46 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10"

"Obscured by pages he withers the furrowed spine composing quarrels. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 02:49 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8"

"hardhead facelessspree streetbreasted sighstrade timesiren legs spread wingsspilt seedsdance mysteryangel fantasy defends ecstasy. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 02:56 PM PST   18 • 0 ..."

"With murders in chains and rags the thrifty housewife’s tales of vice and luxuries like a fire at night when cuckoos cry for nests awaiting. It’s not just waiting a winter night with dogs baying clou..."

"Only for tunes the stories wait to tell themes is tedious and sometimes tiresome Floating words trap glimpses of harmony symphonies drum on tongue tips lips pregnant to cascade drip spit. Better ..."

"He’s no alien eye riding high when the lights go out or a magic mind stringing words in rhyme taking people out to wine and dine and undermine. On the stage off a book he never wants to be really ..."

"The wind waits the hours the sleeping scents of flowers the midday white of the panes waits its show of blue again unaware or that snore beating wing sting and more till a kind soul on watch squashed..."

"You dismiss me with a nod forgetting how forgotten you are on april white twigs or ruthly gleaning last summer’s seed. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 03:40 PM PST   20 • 0 • 10"

"Finally I’m homeless, nest, sty and coop free sun free and fog free after forty sudden years. Like Helen and Sita. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 03:45 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1"

"We have no summer just parched days and sticky nights waiting for the clouds. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 03:52 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10"

"A proper education surely to sing in one tongue, speak in another and save the other for servants and truant friends. An apprenticeship in music perhaps so one can chant soapboxes are socio-economic ..."

"Disguised lethargy this socially channelled energy talk etruscan think luncheon knot macramé unravelling how mallarmé mates pie men with rhymin’.                                       Like crusty..."

"I worked for the lord weeding roses from his vineyard for thirty talents. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 05:56 PM PST   18 • 0 • 13"

"Woe woe woe woe woe woe woe. I stopped counting after 7 fire trucks and 2 ambulances. 14 couldn’t have been any less unlucky or 13 any more. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 08:33 PM ..."