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Friday, January 11, 2008

solve this mystery:
although my heart is broken,
my toenails still grow.

for sara l. 

subway, work, gig, sleep
no pockets left for your love
i gather no moss

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

absent your words, I
would have quit a thousand times.
transfer of what? faith?

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

a haiku for gianna's warlpiri nephew 

peter pan lover
curses beyond his years; kane,
the naked warrior

Sunday, November 04, 2007

philadelphia -
city of brotherhood, guns.
i want to love you.

Saturday, February 21, 2004

katie r's class notes 

habibi nonsense
allophones bring confusion
africate start stop

egg and cheese bagel
it's eleven forty-five
wonder what to drink?

class notes 

free starbucks coffee
great treat for late night writing
barrista roomate

simple life reruns
i'll watch till eternity
wish i was that rich

professor talks on
phonemes and aspirations
quietly, i zone out

signing chimpanzees
we discuss them every day
i'd like to meet one

chimp island visit
we plan to procure a boat
me and mom cant wait

Monday, February 16, 2004

for jess 

jessie comes home mad
"i'll beat that bitch with a bat!"
roomate, you're my fave

Sunday, February 15, 2004

whats yr take on sigmund freud? 

katie, i should work
but freud is fucking boring
dead bear, as you know

2 reflections on methods 

observing
collecting data unseen
so fucking boring

Toy under Fridge
by clarence
if i sit still here
she will notice and help me
that is my theory


he's unstoppable - even more from robot 

"I think I can fly!"
failure is not an option,
its a certainty

so many marbles
and I only have two hands.
I am losing it.


more from rob 

here is one from today inspired by a man in an
SUV as i drove to maine:

I smoke a cigar;
cuz the finer things in life
are worth being gross.

and last night:

sleep won't come to me.
my body is all wound up;
why can't I relax?

a clock is ticking.
metal spring much like my heart;
why must I listen?

submitted by rob 

oh groundhog
you failed us again.
god damn it, I'm fucking cold.

drafty room
i heat up this air
only to have it stolen

paper. ink.
jumbled little lines.
the world is made up of these things.

blue tea pot
I do not miss you
some day we may meet again

that morning
gravity held me
a bird came to sing "wake up"

spinning world
I love you so much
you dizzy dancing rock you

monkey cat
sleek in every way
you're so cute when you're asleep

loneliness.
I am with myself.
stop being sad about that girl.

know thyself
biblicly and not
"self conciousness" SHOULD be good.


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