Archive for February, 2015

Room 127

February 20, 2015

and in the room there were oils
oil paintings I mean
and some oils depicted rooms
rooms well full with oils
many portraying other
rooms, but our delight still
was a little bronze
(yup, bronze cast, I mean)
which I once heard the drudges
call The nincompoops’ anvil

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Room 126

February 16, 2015

They shove a giant crayon up his arse and laugh of him

The blessing of flight

A dance epidemic in Strasbourg, 1518

Three suns in the sky. Again, the day of the final exams. The not fully unpleasant awareness of a cuckoo nesting beside him, on the longtime empty pillow of his wife.
– Listen kid, take all this money, listen, do not lose it, ok? Do not lose it, for it is real, ok? Ok?

Room 125

February 11, 2015

As cool as the pale wet walls
of the hospice room itself
she lay beside me in the dusk.

Room 124

February 11, 2015

Moon up; work
moondown; to rest
steal well and drink of the water
steal land: eat of the grain.

Room 123

February 10, 2015

And then went down to the room,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly halls, and
We set up mast and sail on that swart room,
Bore men into her, and our souls also
Heavy with weeping, and winds from sternward
Bore us out onward with bellying canvas,
Sylvia’s this craft, the trim-coifed goddess.

Room 122

February 1, 2015

press the lever
get the sugar

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