Showing posts with label martin freebase. Show all posts
Showing posts with label martin freebase. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2011

Giant Mammal 012406

Future, present, and past
on the tip of my stick,
no doubt about it.

This way, spitting blood,
I enter your room empty handed,
but my head is covered by your bliss.

Barefoot in my coming and my going,
I vanish with your dreams in my pocket,
crushing the lizard with my heel.

Giant Mammal 92F (discovered under the aortic froth)


Giant Mammal 92F (discovered under the aortic froth)

I am so sick of your napkin miracles,
to all the rest be damned,
your spirituality and dementia.

They don’t pay my bills or the rent,
pointed, black, and lifeless,
your aerial rotating house rises with the steam’s hiss.

It was a red letter dog
that delivered my love to you,
damn nice of him to work so cheaply.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Giant Mammal 12X12

Giant Mammal 12X12

You are a god with a torpedo,
salvaged from the war,
between the Texans and the Followers of L.

The chronicled experiences of the nuclear family,
I think it was the combination of duct tape and Browning shotguns
that struck a chord with society.

As the bulldozers tore down your walls,
everybody is in shadow now,
I would have to pull out the book and show you.

Having to walk down those marble stairs forever,
and putting up with the risk of being misunderstood,
putting it out there.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Giant Mammal 704 (Extinct)

Giant Mammal 704 (Extinct)

Somehow the girl caught on fire,
replaced by the elevated highway,
I left you for that star-crossed lover.

America went missing,
spraying your hairs silver,
buried with your symbolic politics.http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif

Another gesture
as your plastic life reaches the inevitable
demise.

Giant Mammal 703

Giant Mammal 703

Slide this line here, over there,
title, comma, prefix, slash,
Know what I’m wondering?

Giant Mammal 702

Giant Mammal 702

You are selling your flowers again,
on the streets of Marion Illinois,
they are tearing it all down.

It has been too long,
concertina wire,
making the doves cry.

Your face is out of focus,
the complete determination of your alter ego,
you smell like flowers.