Monday 16 January 2012

a muscular hydrostat on the floors of the mouths of most vertebrates







when we kissed our teeth clacked together.
your tongue was too big for your mouth, so I gave it a bed in mine.


my mouth is a motel room

Sunday 8 January 2012

demonstrated "appropriate" and "inappropriate" ways to use the verb "google"

heartless man
put me to bed
the most heartless
paraphrase of experience
jensen wilder




[cut and pasted as seen from my blog stats. these are search terms used to find me.]

Tuesday 3 January 2012

The false keel was intended to protect the main keel from damage, and also protect the heads of the bolts holding the main keel together. The false keel could easily be replaced when it became damaged.

caught in the low report of her laughter
i found my shoreline (sand for the keel);
she made no attempt to breed it into domesticity.


instead, full-throated, she thrilled away like a loon...


later, perhaps too long later,
i flew from her.
i blamed the laughter.
the fact that she could not evolve further.

Sunday 1 January 2012

how how do what boo BOO!

what are you up to?
where are you going?
how is your second toe in on your left foot?
how is your 4,587th strand of hair?
do you like cookies, if so... which type?
what was the last can of soda you had?
why did I just call it soda?
boo. BOO!

Monday 19 September 2011

be sure your thumb will find your mouth

nothing makes sense. you don't know what '樂' is.
pretty soon you remember the world has never made sense.
none of it.

allow this moment to be your freedom.

Sunday 17 July 2011

allowing the contents of the stomach to move upwards into the esophagus

when i talk to you over the phone. i pop a breath mint. i don't care how crazy that sounds.

It was more popular internationally and ultimately meant they escaped alive

I like the rain because you can walk out and cry in it.

You can walk for hours and no one will know you are crying, because it just looks like you have rain on your face.

Even if people do get close enough to realise. [Like when you stop at a crossing.]

It doesn't matter because they are trying to get out of the rain. They have somewhere to go.

So they don't ask questions. They just keep walking.