Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Nightly Routine

last tweet before sleep / check the blog and flickr stats / who needs to count sheep

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Yes, Girl

I had the choice then to follow him off trail, up through the hard lichen and loose dry sands dirty with life and its wastes.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Sitting, on the couch - late in the morning, reading from empty pages; memories of moments... - more -

Lost in Transit

Fatal Fall Café sits above an abyss
A teenage boy and his big sister discuss
Fate as they perch on the cusp
She foresees that he will go down
Riding a plunging bus
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There is no unit of measure

that can span

the space between my thoughts

and the conversation

that we should have.

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Fire Ants Led to Warts

...infinite beige ellipses, slightly raised, now monumentalized a paroxysm of histadelic rage.

The Killer of Dreams

When I fix myself, the love will flow,
and so will the words that elude me now.
I blamed so much on the one who
was breathing in bed next to me;
sleeping fitfully then,
but who would now sleep serene.
The fault was ill-placed.
No one could have forced me to abandon anything. the rest at

Sunday, April 26, 2009

...drops of blood washed up in / cool down of Tiger, welcoming / another day. Click here for more.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Park Day

too nice for inside /

sneakers shorts and on our way/

eighty-eight today

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Friday, April 24, 2009


Poem: Plea " sounds strange to me / that you might be / leaving..." (plea)

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Genital Anomaly

"...naked cept for headbands over their afros..."

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Art v. Commerce

Street Art, Soho, New York City, originally uploaded by DRheins.

Free space tween boutiques / street art battles paid adverts / up against the wall

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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Rotting bones - I’m disintegrating. The shovel shop down the road has decided to close down. I am all alone. In this I am alone. There’s no text on my headstone. The grass over my grave never grows. I am all alone. In this I am alone. Everything I never did and never owned flashes through my mind. In each picture, I am alone. In this I am alone. more

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Trukk Stoppe Ho

Truck-stop Ho: Truck-stop Ho: Truck-stop Ho:

Easter Stilborne

On Sunday we had a baby, we call her Easter Stilborne

Friday, April 17, 2009

April on Greene Street

in soho the sun

shines upon the pretty peeps

life is bright and fine

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Brooklyn by the Sea

Not too much /

and not too far away /

Coney Island is the place to play /

jump on the D train /

take it all the way /

to Brooklyn, by the sea.

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Sunday, April 12, 2009

Spring Repast

We feast pascal lamb / but spare the Easter bunny / unless chocolate

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Cherry Haiku

Cherry Tree Bough, originally uploaded by DRheins.

Cherry blossom breeze scents the blue crowned sun- kissed sky pink blood comes to life


Monday, April 6, 2009

Search and destroy

Find yourself.

Peel back layer after layer they plead,

and you will uncover your true nature

in all its power and potency.

The new religion, without recourse ...

Search on

Saturday, April 4, 2009

A Fettered Soul

Frolicking by a dirt track
In her Florid Dress; and Silver Filigrees
Dangling from her ears; Her garb is slack
and dappled with all the spectral hues.
She wears bangles, crystal bangles, as white as Ivory,
She’s a living character of an ancient odyssey
Of the nomadic spirit of a roving gypsy.

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Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Shaggs Reunion Tour

Deep red basement walls begrimed with black soot
The room empty except for pipes and wires and me
I heard music and dancing above on the street

A terra cotta bust, like some relic from Pompei
Scuttled crablike across the gritty floor
Empty eyes inquired why I was alone

I tried to say that all the action was upstairs
Which made me realize and decide
To bring the ancient thing outside

The head sank into a hole in the floor
I wrapped my fingers around its face
It held me fast, I was entombed
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Bird Of Prey

Poems - Bird Of Prey.jpg




Just before dawn

when it’s not dark anymore

but not light either

when everything is shadowless and grey

and only exists through soft whispers

and innuendo

and the air feels like pure silk

softly stroking his body

while ... entire poem

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April Fools Haiku

Let out of the bag/ a gaggle of giggle gas/ gnomes joke; garden poke

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