June 2009
6 posts
Corrales
after Eliot.
I have known the mornings, evenings,
and the heavy-set afternoons.
I measure out my life in a gaunt dog’s ribs,
counting the yowling cur’s bones under matted fur -
cinco, seis, siete, and into the barranca of
its angry abdomen. We are both beholden,
tied to the mare’s tail that has scoured the fields,
and what I want...
\Song of the Day\ The Black Keys - The Lengths
...
Brad: i might be going in halfsies on a cannon
Annie: with whom and for what?
Brad: bobby jo, a real cannon
Annie: you didnt answer my second question
Brad: what do you mean what for? Maggard enterprises doesnt need a "what for"
TRYING TO SPEAK WITHOUT WORDS →
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“Where the light is brightest, the shadows are deepest.”
– Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe