slip of the tongue | cmr: April 2006

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Bar & Pool-inspired

Irascible - a fixation of pundits
bandits
nitwits

drag them down a notch
with smoke from lips
and haught - i - ness

cry to them
"you dick-nosed mcgee,
i'll show you a thing or two.
or not."

fuck.

Euphemisms for "There's a booger on your nose, dude."

From Christen:

Looks like your bush caught a fly... knowwhatI'msayin?

Vacuum cleaner is spitting out grit, man...knowwhatI'msayin?

Got a drop of dew on the leaf, man...knowwhatI'msayin?

Got a seed outside the apple...knowwhatI'msayin?

You got a green, sticky pimple on your nose, dude...knowwhatI'msayin?

From Joey:

You have a jumper on the ledge...knowwhatI'msayin?

This post brought to you by the letter B and the number "Dude, there's a booger on your nose!"

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Minuet

Heavy lost horizons
lying flat on my back
in cursed pews of fabric
where all is lead and scent
crying over birdsong
the fuckers need a break
bring me all my coffee
let me crawl awake

Monday, April 03, 2006

at Dionysus - 3/27

bottomless
...not deep enough
fathomless
...still far enough to fathom
hollowness (there exists an opposite)
in what direction does it go?
is there a way that defines the space -
"harrowing," "unchecked," "lost-but-blazing"?
these are suns, known as steps
and gingerly we go on our way.

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