SWELLMILK #613
09/05/10 03:36
#612 Sound
someone i was just beginning to know sent a moment of understanding. it passed from one to another. it traveled across a compressed expanse of desert. it came vibrating, and wrote itself deep with barbs and hooks.
i looked for this picture so i could work it up and send it out, so i could better re-live that moment, so i could better remember the lovely soul who made it, and with whom I forever wish to negotiate.
the succulent invites a soul into its well, and poses questions in the form of runes and quiet waits. understanding circumvents the gates of hell, and mocks bastions of scorn with tunes and kindly fates.
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SWELLMILK #608
11/05/10 02:14
#608 Spilled Whine Scene
a bottle of red for a sucker’s dollar
as a part of an end to a rotten day
washcloth time marks hysterical squalor
to next weeks discount on cheap chardonay
wish for time you supple kid
wish for response to eternal laughter
wish for a fork to eat what you did
and a knife to pardon what comes thereafter
a bottle of red for a nick and a dance
the emperor’s dead from a fleeting glance:
he once was a parrot, learning to cry
but now i cry, but now i sigh, but now i die
from a bottle of red, from a sucker’s dollar
keep the receipt after blush dismay
if you turn your head from the huckster’s holler
its the end of the show but the start of the play