Monthly Archives: April 2009

I told you guys I fucking loved this guy, right? 1(a le af fa ll s) one l iness This is, by far, my favorite poem of all time. Again, the structure. Can’t you just see it? Feel it? Be … Continue reading →

Okay, this technically isn’t a poem at all. But I had the most difficult time trying to choose a poem for this pocket. Though it’s the third I’m posting, it was the last picked. I really wanted to pick a … Continue reading →

in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee and eddyandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old baloonman whistles far and … Continue reading →

Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born “ART”-parrot word-replaced by DADA, PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief The talent THAT CAN BE LEARNED makes the poet a druggist TODAY the criticism of balances no longer challenges with resemblances … Continue reading →

As I twittered earlier today, my mother sent a text to my phone to let me know – “Tomorrow is National Poem in Your Pocket Day. Stuff your pockets accordingly.” I answered – “I’m really going to stuff my pockets … Continue reading →