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found… words…

I am digging through old boxes of mine in Ohio- Things from elementary school on- and I came across a box circa 1995. Inside- lots of magazines (Eulenspigel!!!) and things- but a stack of printed papers with about 200 poems I had written- so far at least 50 or so that I had totally forgotten about- some aren’t very good. Some are really bad.

Some… I like. Some… well you decide…


sax and violet ins

i long to hear the alto sax
of your voice trill in my ears
the waterfall of your mouth
spilling across my breast
the ballet of your fingers…

“get to the point…”

okay, okay… i wanna fuck.


I feel
the load of words
and thoughts
building and pressing
grouping and compressing

a few slip silently
from deep within me

looking around
to see
if anyone noticed.


as he goes
she knows


lizard gizzards, one dollar.

lizards inner gizzards
“mister, are you okay?”
“No, here have a dollar.
Tell your mother that it’s from
a lizard gizzard”
“I’ll take the dollar
but I have no mother”
“Then we are even,
for I have no son”


This wall
against my back,
feels good.

for the love of…

hide thing forcible tracts. oh snickened harblaster.
for only the truly ignorant and ranted may step forth to claim the destiny of truth impaled!
for whence the trodden-over may rise and bite the flesh of realm,
only then should he-beasts forward by nexihaunt.
the truth within lies barren as fodder for carri0on picking vermin
and the remaining only writhe in justified horror.
buxomed beasts of ne’er well overbreed, locks of false gold higher yet

for sooth does the apocalypse still weigh heavy or is it a blessed gift?
when shall thine soul be delivered of Deaver?
Oh heavy heart.
Oh heavy soul.
Oh heavy.



couple pics of stuff found…




  1. concublogger said,

    March 27, 2007 at 7:24 am

    why on earth when I go to click on my fabulous blog does it say “breathe.”

    Harumph. You either think my writing is stale or my life is a panic-filled mess of stupidity.


  2. admin said,

    March 27, 2007 at 7:40 am


    actually, more like your writing is vibrant AND your life is a panic-filled mess of excitement and adventure

    but I can see how “breathe” can be misconstrued. it is now changed.

  3. concublogger said,

    March 28, 2007 at 6:01 am

    *drink*? DRINK?
    I will let that one slide. THANKS.


  4. Nightfall said,

    April 10, 2007 at 3:12 pm

    You may not believe this (or care), but I actually have a friend named xxxxxxx xxxxx (editor editing edit). Given the title of your first powem up there, I thought you’d appreciate that. Or not, your call.

  5. admin said,

    April 12, 2007 at 8:57 am

    That’s hysterical- does he get a lot of chicks?

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