- 6
- 07:58 am
“down in albuquerque way where the desert is dry / she called me a name and she spit in my eye”
- 6 comments
- 8
- 07:50 am
“Domestic employments are not less troublesome for being less important”
- 13
- 06:55 am
“Trackway and Camp and City lost, / Salt Marsh where now is corn”
- 9 comments
- 20
- 05:23 pm
“you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling / good luck, babe”
- 11 comments
- 21
- 07:40 am
“if by the time the bar closes / you feel like falling down / i’ll carry you home tonight”
- 27
- 07:35 am
“without event/Day after wearisome day/Save for the little rodent cares that make/Me small as they”
- 9 comments
- 31
- 09:07 am
“All genuine poetry is in a sense the formation of private spheres out of a public chaos”
- 2 comments
Active Entries
- 1: “this is my desire / consume me like a fire / ’cause i just want something beautiful / to touch me”
- 2: “all we have to do now / is take these lies and make them true somehow”
- 3: “the day bleeds / into nightfall / and you’re not here / to get me through it all”
- 4: “vuelvo al sur / como se vuelve siempre al amor, / vuelvo a vos / con mi deseo, con mi temor”
- 5: “life is very short and there’s no time / for fussing and fighting my friend”
- 6: “the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls / and tenement halls / and whispered”
- 7: “mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids/in fact it’s cold as hell and there’s no one there”
- 8: “It’s something when a unicorn thinks the butterfly names are too poetic.”
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