Poems, uncollected ( May 2007 )
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White ribbed shirt two layers underneath,
hair: pigtailed curtains draping her face.
Tough armor; her bare shoulder broken
by a beige strap. Caps the color of freckled fists.
While she changes; see through my head
the simple equation of a parachute. My beard
measures her neck.
Nobody's Home
Her damp red hair; she shakes the rain while crashing...
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White ribbed shirt two layers underneath,
hair: pigtailed curtains draping her face.
Tough armor; her bare shoulder broken
by a beige strap. Caps the color of freckled fists.
While she changes; see through my head
the simple equation of a parachute. My beard
measures her neck.
Nobody's Home
Her damp red hair; she shakes the rain while crashing...
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violetred:
thanks! it means a lot coming from a scholar like you 
genevalw:
It was nice meeting you.
Thermodynamics
First Law
She stood me up! her eyes disappear
at dusk. She had elegant gowns
no twentysomething could afford, but
when she wears those striped socks, I am a Roman
crafting his meagre verses boxed in
by the barbarians; some bloody saxon'll
wipe his carcass with my manuscript: germs
descending to burbles in the burp of a sparrow
from Portugal two millenia hence.
Second...
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First Law
She stood me up! her eyes disappear
at dusk. She had elegant gowns
no twentysomething could afford, but
when she wears those striped socks, I am a Roman
crafting his meagre verses boxed in
by the barbarians; some bloody saxon'll
wipe his carcass with my manuscript: germs
descending to burbles in the burp of a sparrow
from Portugal two millenia hence.
Second...
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genevalw:
ahhh you are part of the Summer Art institute....awe...you know Chris then...he has calle our office like 3 times today...we are in charge of the day camps at the schools. You can find me in the directory ....I am at x3678.
genevalw:
also....everytime I see your program I want to take that class....I am so jealous....I have always been a pen and inker....
nevermind
The Second Law of Thermodynamics
Spoiled myself on season finales, I remain
viscous and go home for a few days to say goodbye
again. Its wrong to call you from the coast;
you won't follow: we lose touch.
Sharing letters, postcards, and finally
myspace comments, I forget you occupied my space.
The image I have of you smoking outside Kinko's
is streaked with toner and...
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Spoiled myself on season finales, I remain
viscous and go home for a few days to say goodbye
again. Its wrong to call you from the coast;
you won't follow: we lose touch.
Sharing letters, postcards, and finally
myspace comments, I forget you occupied my space.
The image I have of you smoking outside Kinko's
is streaked with toner and...
Read More
violetred:
lol...what comes to mind?
pillowfights and light as a feather? i can only imagine...
pillowfights and light as a feather? i can only imagine...
THE FIRST LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS
She stood me up! her eyes disappeared
at dusk. She wore elegant gowns
no twentysomething could afford, but
when she wore those striped socks: I was a Roman
who crafted his meagre verses boxed in
by the barbarians: some bloody saxon'll
wipe his carcass with my manuscript: germs
descending to burbles in the burp of a sparrow
from Portugal two...
Read More
She stood me up! her eyes disappeared
at dusk. She wore elegant gowns
no twentysomething could afford, but
when she wore those striped socks: I was a Roman
who crafted his meagre verses boxed in
by the barbarians: some bloody saxon'll
wipe his carcass with my manuscript: germs
descending to burbles in the burp of a sparrow
from Portugal two...
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genevalw:
No I won't hold it against you. I read above you are a grad student here at Cranbrook. That's awesome....lol...I worl just across academy way in the schools.
izzobell:
nice! you need brown leather patches over the elbow on the jacket then you could have a hardcore professor look 
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xani:
ooh very nice, disorienting.
violetred:
good morning!
New Poem, "The Sea of Ice"
Will you cry when criticized? What questions did you ask,
stupidly? Flustered, fearful I stutter "autistic"
but came out: "agnostic." Never was any good
at Oratory, if I address the Senate, I'd be stoned
in Rome performing in the forum for the quorum
a farce when we both know Octavian forbids levity.
If you ask the historians, they'll also...
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Will you cry when criticized? What questions did you ask,
stupidly? Flustered, fearful I stutter "autistic"
but came out: "agnostic." Never was any good
at Oratory, if I address the Senate, I'd be stoned
in Rome performing in the forum for the quorum
a farce when we both know Octavian forbids levity.
If you ask the historians, they'll also...
Read More
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anvlvpr1:
Hey.
Your retype of "Her White Armor" is cool. I already commented on it, but I realized today after re-reading it that I want to print it out and start a pesonal collection of poems/prose/writings I like in a book.
Looking forward to reading more of your work.
-M.J. Domingo (aka "anvlvpr1")
Your retype of "Her White Armor" is cool. I already commented on it, but I realized today after re-reading it that I want to print it out and start a pesonal collection of poems/prose/writings I like in a book.
Looking forward to reading more of your work.
-M.J. Domingo (aka "anvlvpr1")
izzobell:
lovely poem
i connected with "However I am a child
of Dis: disgust, dissolution, & disappointment:"
i connected with "However I am a child
of Dis: disgust, dissolution, & disappointment:"
thanks! i thought it was time for a change.