tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85200167366216426372024-03-05T20:17:38.464-08:00Joe Guszkowskijosephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-84529086326291204562010-05-19T21:19:00.001-07:002010-05-19T21:19:26.506-07:00WeekendsOut for a walk, my welfare seems tilted. <br />I don’t like the new puppy or the women<br />in the racetrack bar. <br /><br />Slugging melting evening traffic.<br />On foot I am winged against it, <br />waiting for the pinch of an angel.<br /><br />Three smooth stones<br />carried on the water to me:<br />The ideal Saturday night.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-14335405727122355382010-05-03T22:32:00.000-07:002010-05-03T22:33:12.552-07:00The LakeThis summer I’m building a lake.<br />Waking I burn fat orange candles<br />to stubs and look over blueprints.<br /><br />When I die, I plan to burn and scatter<br />from every shore. Burn and scatter.<br />Sailboats will float on me, and in winter<br /><br />I will turn to ice. I may be up to 500<br />feet deep at some parts.<br />I think I will haunt my lake nicely.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-5037411998831336632010-05-02T15:55:00.000-07:002010-05-02T16:02:11.811-07:00RiddanceThis town’s days became mud.<br />One week a voice spoke out wool phrases,<br />trudging in the watershed marshes.<br /><br />They got lost against the bluffs<br />and spooled out into lesser secrets<br />by branches, squirrels, and tramps.<br /><br />The days combed through us.<br />There was bathing and TV.<br />Now there is only goons.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-12861313826741076992010-04-30T15:04:00.000-07:002010-05-02T15:57:08.876-07:00Everything Will Be FineListening to talk shows in my neighbor’s garage<br />one of us rises to crush a can as<br />light rolls under the door like dice and<br /><br />Today all I have to do is un-slash my bike tires<br />and grease the chain, call Mom Re:<br />A note fastened to the mirror<br /><br />How some muscled angels will<br />swoop down and lower me gently<br />onto the drainboard.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-68474532344184792772010-04-12T12:29:00.000-07:002010-04-12T12:30:49.402-07:00Night NoisesWeird, minnow sentences.<br />White bellied-promises capsizing<br />In the harbor. Beef dinner special,<br />Restaurant window. I look out<br />Over the bay and see your<br />Ship come in, towing six<br />Dead whales. I fold my heart<br />Up, neatly in my napkin.<br />The waitress is pretty but<br />She doesn’t understand: one wrong<br />Thread and goodbye sweater.<br />Sometimes, I don’t.<br /><br />I could have been two stones<br />Shy of Nirvana. Instead I<br />Hooked back when I heard the gang,<br />The TV had fallen into<br />A panoramic stupor, and I could<br />Give you another chance like a<br />Coin.<br /><br />There are few evils in sleep and<br />Shadows. Both end when you<br />Do, or wake up. Windows<br />Are different. What do they do<br />[That’s my friend Coughing.<br />Couhging is my friend.]<br />When we’re away?<br /><br />A big wreath of stars,<br />Someone’s archery stuff.<br />In my heart there are no spoons.<br />That’s why I leapt into the<br />Train for you. Why I blubbered<br />Out Everyone Must Leave<br />At the snowy height of the<br />Birthday party. People get so<br />Puffed up they can’t take care<br />Of each other all at once. That’s<br />Why telephones came, to stretch out<br />Time and do acrobatics in<br />The weird miles between us.<br /><br />It’s been a touchy span.<br />I’ve been thinking: To live my<br />Life in valleys of avoided<br />Eyesight. I went in the alley<br />And saw it happen. Because<br />The wicked puppy of the universe<br />Dragged it over to me. With the<br />Sound of bouncing dice. And<br />That’s all and the alley fits me<br />Like a peg.<br /><br />I followed a gentleman on a<br />Surfboard. In the Academy<br />Of Rolling Dice, the hallways ring<br />With hymns of certainty. <br />Stairways rise and fall, to climb<br />Them is breathing. Here<br />I must appear quite the lackluster<br />Fellow. Because you get the<br />Targets you deserve but many<br />Times miss. Does this uniform<br />Make me look less of a boy,<br />Or lips swell? Like Nyquil does<br />For those allergic to sleep.<br /><br />One too many voyages.<br />Now me so _____. Growing<br />Certain, growing certain. Learning<br />Furious hibernation, and not to<br />Look back when I sense<br />My name in the coils of your<br />Timbre. Three stones carried on<br />The water to me: The ideal<br />Saturday night.<br /><br />The heart is a swinging thing.<br />You learn this by pulling, pulling<br />Until the propeller snaps off and<br />Skips away. Worried about making<br />Little cuts in your group of friends.<br />One day it becomes all too much<br />And bursts, your severed head falls<br />Through the bottom of a wet<br />Grocery sack. With a sound like<br />Bad kissers, reverse suction,<br />Bile floods the avenue. Land<br />Lady locked in the surf even<br />Agrees you should be burnt.<br />It’ll make the papers, and then<br />They’ll make a new one.<br />So they all can see what you<br />Really are: The dark tunnel<br />Surrounding a little, bright light.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-40459638242482930612010-03-30T15:56:00.001-07:002010-03-30T16:00:58.657-07:00The Killing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76DO4vEWIKDlYsMNFwiFzBzw-1wE6i-1u5Af930_8DEishUWmZ4Xpf42YO6P9Ocmm5RzfxIPyAQxvXdfIl9jNre_wXaxOpwB_cthDwikhfGYC3x8ifIup660qd80uAhI4sILyc_NYQeY/s1600/Picture+11.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76DO4vEWIKDlYsMNFwiFzBzw-1wE6i-1u5Af930_8DEishUWmZ4Xpf42YO6P9Ocmm5RzfxIPyAQxvXdfIl9jNre_wXaxOpwB_cthDwikhfGYC3x8ifIup660qd80uAhI4sILyc_NYQeY/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454565734575586306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSEth5KZZ9hQXVH3JxdFzv8MnBmY6XZhxIFihTcgZ3LEhyipft-ND90MIWRw4Zr7UcubKgspkLRlzM56p9RsNI6Ri7yimVXH307RSCwMVdLZY6XJBN6ytPD64eGuuGr73mTvP5GpTXVCo/s1600/Picture+9.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzlX84M3Hdyj-yx0K6lmAKr0hOmeRq4TiBIgEMtFU-5jcvTuCXKZ6paikMMfAnBttiKdgC0gDHwaVB7K3BVI9r0AJYYJcz4pX1o-PY3pUOeewtBbEhfRliD34NeYwNN0QXl2RBNQILX8/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452656991338791586" border="0" /></a>josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-27354266033751295162010-03-02T00:17:00.001-08:002010-03-02T00:17:55.969-08:00Fragments of Da Joey Boi1<br />Prayer of Da Joey Boi:<br />WHEN I WAKE AND WHEN<br />I SLEEP IS MY OWN BUSINESS<br />AND I DONT NEED NO ANGELS<br />HANGIN AROUND MY BED<br />WAITIN FOR ME GOT IT<br />AMEN<br /><br />2<br />Q: Why is da Joey Boi stupid?<br />A: Drunk with<br />Eternal Hope Fueled By<br />The Last Episode Of Every Sitcom He’s<br />Ever Seen Joey Boi Has A Stupid Dream<br />And When He Wakes Up He Breaks His Jaw<br />Against His Jaw Biting Down On The Long<br />Sweet End<br /><br />3<br />Joey Boi fancies himself<br />Trod-on, button-pressed,<br />The punch line:<br />Saturday Sky<br />Tight as<br />Snare drum skin<br />But soundless<br />When trounced<br /><br />4<br />He does not know her name he knows<br />Her song with<br />Sackfuls of quarters he can play it<br />All night long<br />On the red-hot jukebox &<br />In its halo<br />He dwells<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Joey Boi</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You handsome guy you</span><br />She’ll tell him<br /><br />5<br />Thus squawks the Joey Boi:<br />Regarding the birds streaming out<br />In a line he had a<br />Question no one knows if<br />They are for sure swans<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stupid Joey</span><br />Down his yawning throat<br />A floating feather from his<br />Feather coat<br /><br />6<br />The accursed Joey Boi<br />Snips a hag’s bangs and gets<br />Himself Cursed.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whatever Ye Lift</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ye Shall Not Put Down.</span><br />“Magic don’t agree<br />Wit Da Joey Boi…”<br />Uncloaks a fist,<br />Angels swoop<br />To delay the whooping<br /><br />7<br />Thus mopes the Joey Boi:<br />To wear<br />The room like<br />A coat<br />To gather his pouts<br />Into sack<br />Like gold: As<br />The doe-eyed-corpse<br />Crawls between them leather<br />Bachelors<br /><br />8<br />Oh Radiant Owie!<br />Broiling owtward w/<br />Molten <span style="font-style: italic;">ow</span> vestments and<br />Halo <span style="font-style: italic;">ow</span> burns Joey-shaped<br />Hole in futon <span style="font-style: italic;">ow ow</span> “Poor<br />Joey!” Mourns the dove he says<br />“Ahhhhh SHOO if you can’t<br />Love me”<br /><br /><br />9<br />Da Joey Boi, his heart spanks.<br />Finds some memories<br />Hi-def & hypnotic, others strictly<br />Erotic. The audience is<br />Bored Live.<br />The Pain is ON AIR<br />Is Pain-o-Rama is<br />Pulpy is<br />This thing on<br /><br />10<br />Joey Boi up to his ears in<br />No Good<br />Ascends the fence<br />The bleachers scrambles<br />And broadcast<br />Booth to roof<br />Plunges an icicle into<br />The Sun<br /><br />With Brave Mark<br />They conducted the evening<br />’One beer each<br /><br />11<br />He’s rubbing<br />Her shoulder<br />Off with his hand<br />Dissolves in toilet<br />Water how long has he<br />Been in there? How<br />Long’s Joey been in there<br />How much<br />Longer<br /><br />12<br />Joey Boi is<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Glass Bachelor, The</span><br />And never really did believe<br />Only entertained idea of<br />Angels because<br />Give him a break he is<br />Broken and<br />We are all<br />Entertained<br /><br />13<br />Q: Where is da Joey Boi?<br />A: Between Da Cushions<br /><br /><br />14<br />Da Joey Boi dreams clouds<br />Like creamy midriffs and<br />Lets loose his pearls <span style="font-style: italic;">sigh</span><br />Into again <span style="font-style: italic;">blink-blink</span> 3 AM<br />Perverted Wilderness.<br />“Nodda pup nodda hound just<br />A God-damned dawg.”<br />Good night, Joey Boi.<br /><br />15<br />Joey Boi’s a hero<br />Here’s how:<br />For Keeping A Flame<br />(Ever-Fattening) From<br />For Clenching His Eyes<br />Master Of His Hot Temptation<br />For Smiling<br /><br />16<br />Tha tricky Joey Boi<br />Pulls his own thumb off,<br />Forgets it someplace, your shorts<br />A teacup the<br />Bass drum the<br />Bait shack the<br />Forgetful Joey Boi!<br />But that’s the<br />Trick: Forgetting<br /><br />17<br />Joey Boi is spiffed<br />& Unspurned<br />Will make a smooth exit<br />& white hot ascension<br />Will not mop Friday<br />From Saturday’s new<br />Deck (There’s no need)<br />Will not jangle<br />The galaxy’s key chain<br /><br />18<br />Joey Boi kissed a hundred<br />Clammed-up Katies<br />Who claim<br />To not remember.<br />Now<br />A few go blush-blush,<br />Confess<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We do recall</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But we regret</span><br />Joey does some<br />Quick math:<br />His lips were chapped<br />About half<br />The times<br /><br />19<br />Joey snapped his soul<br />Stretching.<br />At the Home Run<br />Derby, the Boi’s<br />A sigh unlikely.<br />No one clapped.<br />The pitch, like a kiss,<br />A hickey with stitches,<br />No one clapped,<br />He’s outta there<br /><br />20<br />Joey wonders:<br />Has there ever been a parable<br />Such as dis? Waking making<br />Sleep unbearable?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yes Joey.</span> Then the<br />Brunette draws a dagger<br />Hung between her breasts<br />And chop-chop goes Da Joey Boi!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thus is the flavor of Friendship.</span><br />Joey Boi, slashed, asks one last<br />Question: How<br />Does it end?josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-13126475112192177242010-02-24T11:15:00.000-08:002010-02-24T11:21:24.115-08:00December<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJdseJTQIzi6Z_HizxoMGs1EVSxdcjS4d31GxngQ1blnV3ASwCZwNOqHhTKC86TTCk4PGEuzGEuhKmqkA07zOF9u1JKJ7wNSH5mo1B3jYzg3_zFTIY-fn7fxtNJwUvgk-LCwEtEJdxf0/s1600-h/sc01055c6f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeF6_HAcE899L6LFGAAq2k2oJ5U0jtULXvGSaublSwxLuKHfMB3ckReqmfcRx4fcFVlIW81u0hxs6tkwlmSZk9LjOXjnH_yTHoK3IBDh8wbme2ioxtqMTANRc4umCeQKkOS7BUadZQw1o/s1600-h/sc0109452a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeF6_HAcE899L6LFGAAq2k2oJ5U0jtULXvGSaublSwxLuKHfMB3ckReqmfcRx4fcFVlIW81u0hxs6tkwlmSZk9LjOXjnH_yTHoK3IBDh8wbme2ioxtqMTANRc4umCeQKkOS7BUadZQw1o/s400/sc0109452a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441891979374709538" border="0" /></a>josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-74723035109172330902010-02-16T23:58:00.000-08:002010-02-16T23:59:10.297-08:00Joey Boi's PrayerWHEN I WAKE AND WHEN<br />I SLEEP IS MY OWN BUSINESS<br />AND I DONT NEED NO ANGELS<br />TO BE HANGIN AROUND MY BED<br />WAITIN FOR ME GOT IT<br />AMENjosephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-28632175533580749802010-02-15T23:50:00.001-08:002010-02-16T23:59:58.253-08:00Fragment of Joey Boi #2Tha tricky Joey Boi<br />Pulls his own thumb off,<br />Forgets it someplace, your shorts<br />A teacup the<br />Bass drum the<br />Bait shack the<br />Forgetful Joey Boi!<br />But that’s the<br />Trick: Forgettingjosephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-5289079666495348852010-02-15T23:37:00.001-08:002010-02-17T00:00:36.009-08:00Fragment of Joey BoiQ: Why is da Joey Boi stupid?<br />A: Drunk with<br />Eternal Hope Fueled By<br />The Last Episode Of Every Sitcom He’s<br />Ever Seen Joey Boi Has A Stupid Dream<br />And When He Wakes Up He Breaks His Jaw<br />Against His Jaw Biting Down On The Long<br />Sweet Endjosephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-75189244001252899442010-01-21T13:46:00.000-08:002010-01-21T13:47:27.458-08:001/21/10This morning occurred to me<br />then stood so still<br />like startled.<br />Before I<br /> Go on, go back to sleep<br />my sudden big bed<br />rolls over a kitten foot<br />with wagon wheels.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-42383607407446342092009-12-02T18:51:00.001-08:002009-12-02T18:53:33.777-08:00Bastard of the LeafBastard of the leaf<br />has his first tastes of wind.<br />His veins feel<br />like twine.<br /><br />He kneels to graze<br />on the cold dirt<br />and look for lucky<br />pennies.<br /><br />A long rope of dyed hair<br />falls from the window.<br /><br />He believes everyone gets<br />one miracle,<br />so he eats his dirt<br />and climbs the rope.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-73015757928016716202009-11-27T01:03:00.000-08:002009-11-27T11:20:12.853-08:00ExposureYour smoke does float<br />but so far yonder, and only<br />for others<br />on unclogged skies.<br />Lying around on clouds!<br /><br />Meanwhile<br />Ponytailed birds begin<br />to look like you.<br />They drift through doorways in my home<br />and bump into the windows.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-76431995533010464262009-11-26T18:54:00.001-08:002009-11-27T01:09:25.222-08:00ExposureWhere are you?<br />Can you be traced?<br /><br />Squinting up<br />at sixty volts<br />You poor thing!<br /><br />Her shadow recommends her.<br /><br />Will it speak?<br /><br />She puts lipstick on<br />her shadow.<br /><br />What?josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-92114761736456194132009-11-26T18:34:00.000-08:002009-11-26T18:35:44.273-08:00ExposureA sky is blue,<br />I’ve seen the posters.<br />Your cheeks are blue, too.<br />Up goes my sun burnt dad<br />with magic, the TV works, wa-lah!<br /><br />Sun in sandals,<br />ponytail in the sky.<br />And for you in my window, always…<br /><br />I’ll go where the dog goes,<br />beneath the porch, to blush.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-43866789202872412792009-11-09T12:15:00.000-08:002009-11-09T12:17:55.901-08:00Lunch PoemThree cheese noodle bowl, 5% juice drink<br />Wondering where Berman's promised<br />Jewish wine will pour forth from<br /><br />A discarded object of worship<br />Or a plaything for cats,<br />I am one of these<br /><br />For she who I adore<br />Adores me no more<br />Howl, howl, howljosephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-9257584824933668932009-11-08T23:03:00.001-08:002009-11-08T23:03:42.243-08:00Haiku via MarkI would cry<br />If I was in a spaceship<br />and I saw the Earth.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-35825922766284158642009-11-02T12:21:00.001-08:002009-11-02T12:23:58.502-08:00WWJD if he went to collegeNever learned a lesson<br />just read more inspirational posters<br /><br />Fuck giving I'm done giving<br />Deciding what I would do<br />and doing the opposite<br /><br />Your birthday party the last obligation and frontier<br />Shoving not showing<br />my frayed ends into what experts say<br />will be a beautiful gulch<br />someday brightjosephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-49331508936235504882009-11-01T20:30:00.000-08:002009-11-01T20:32:31.954-08:00Hi, Don't Come CloserI was a botched attempt in human sacrifice<br />sweeping the lighthouse.<br />Every wave was a symbol<br />smashed into the rocks.<br /><br />I was a beached priest.<br />I came here to see cross-sections<br />of the shore.<br />Sure enough, the city reflected in your bedroom window,<br />swallowed up.<br /><br />I had a creamy upper lip.<br />I was climbing a rusty staircase<br />to your ankle.<br />You waved with a stiff arm<br />like you meant<br />Hi, Don’t come closer.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-15370413216866656502009-10-27T09:34:00.000-07:002009-10-27T09:38:27.628-07:00I Don't Like to Call It a Girl ProblemWhen she unscrews her scalp<br />I’m going to flick a paperclip into her brains<br />and make her love go everywhere.<br /><br />She’s talking about a boy taller than a bookshelf.<br />How she wound her arms around his legs.<br />Her hair slithers away as I reach out to touch it.<br /><br />I think I’m building myself to last.<br />But we’ll see.<br />I got cranky and stood on the fire escape.<br />My brother sounded worried, but I said,<br />“Don’t worry,<br />getting sick will be good for me in the long run.”<br /><br /><br />I’m mad at you because I made a fool of myself<br />and I would never let you make a fool of yourself.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-73082191094866048382009-10-27T09:30:00.001-07:002009-10-27T09:31:24.031-07:00Bad BoyLast night I smashed a pumpkin in the street.<br />It burst into chunks on the cement.<br />To be honest, I pulverized it.<br />The sound it made when it hit the ground was the most satisfying thing.<br />The empty thunk.<br /><br />Then all morning I waited around expecting guilt.<br />Breakfast time came and went.<br />Mom called reminding me to keep clean, use soap.<br />Yeah mom I know.<br />But remember when the bad boys from around the neighborhood<br />came and destroyed our pumpkins in the night?<br />How you knelt in your night-gown, sweeping<br />seeds into a dust pan?<br />I cried and I thought those boys must be<br />the most terrible boys on Earth.<br /><br />They were terrible,<br />weren’t they Mom?josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-61051389769282323262009-10-27T09:28:00.001-07:002009-10-28T20:11:55.270-07:00BodiesThe man has a photographic penis.<br />I mean a tiny photographer lives in his penis.<br /><br />It made me think about how dark it is inside all of us.<br /><br />Big black chambers.<br /><br />“That’s why I like it here,”<br />squeaks the photographer.<br /><br />He snaps another shot of the nest.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8520016736621642637.post-78634569475500631282009-07-12T23:39:00.001-07:002009-07-12T23:41:20.837-07:00SaturdayIn my room<br />putting my feet into<br />another day w/o<br />bangles,<br />air space<br /><br />but what would you like to<br />drink with that<br /><br />Someone leans over a ladder<br />jerks upwards a window<br />I piss a creek<br />down the backyards<br /><br />in style<br />she drops a glass bowl<br />through a sheet<br />un-injured.josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939510341000130882noreply@blogger.com0