Alien
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
DAY ONE HUNDRED'n FORTY SEVEN
Edain beheld Alill through an untarnished prism. As he slept, her eyes chased his jaw line to full, moist lips, and then upwards to his mahogany eyes, the corners of which arched slighty downward divulging his exotic lineage. Lustily, she drank him in, his broad shoulders and well defined back, his stout thighs, his chiseled hands. She supped on his strength and became drunk with desire. She craved his embrace, his lips, his weight pushing her down into the the mossy bed.
Monday, June 1, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n FORTY THREE
A busking man walks
street to curb and voice to ear.
Halls are mostly straight.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY EIGHT
Look, it's quite simple.
I jump up and down
everytime
you walk through the door
and in return
you hand over
the chewie.
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY SEVEN
it's a comfy chair
from where I watch the birds sing.
Cages stop the light.
Monday, May 18, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY FIVE
'Twas a simpler time
of needles on vinyl
of boones farm and tango
of wolfman and hendrix
'Twas an easier place
where wind carried tunes
where dances had names
where loafers held pennies
'Twas a dream we once had
when lovers held hands
when mystery deepened
a time we once knew.
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY FOUR
'Tis Jessica's garden, she says.
Where life lives
and love grows
and Gaia gives
that people live.
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY TWO
Our eyes meet on street
chalk dust touches glass and light.
Youth is forever.
day ONE HUNDRED'n TWENTY SIX
Cast your eyes below
see her rise to meet your gaze.
Life takes many forms.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n TWENTY
Well well well, he said
It's about time you came back.
Presents come with bows.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n SEVENTEEN
What is left behind
when light and life leave this world?
Do you want to know?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n FOURTEEN
Oh, Betsy
how far we've come from thee
Would your thread
still bind this nation's fabric
had you lived today?
Oh, Great Seamstress
stich us anew
let your tailor-made embroidery
run-up this nation's
thread-bare post again.
Oh, dear lady
baste and furl us
rip and tear us
then fasten and renew us
before we lose our way.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n SIX
Alill nearly fell to Wolzipher's wrath, but in the end he slew the morgone and won Edain's hand, as had been fortold. Edain's curse should have released her, but instead it gave Alill a choice ... join Edain in exile or see her perish. They were the whitest in the land and inseperable, and though cursed, they lived happily forever and a day.
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