|
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/55595.html
You, of the perpetually fluttering
Eyelids and crepuscular ethics,
You taught me to envy the moths
For it won’t much matter to them
What the scheduled End of Time
Hauls in it’s wake: they’re just in it
For that one orgasmic flash of light
Did you know moths fly straight
Navigating by the moon’s angle?
Did you know the ancients believed
The moon’s motion caused i
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2008-02-20 02:58:14.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/55366.html
The Little Dancer, sculpted by Degas,
Is among the world’s most beloved figures.
Girls gather to glimpse her cute grin, her pose
Flowing golden dress, brown hair, almond eyes.
Few people know that those saintly features
Were based on several murderer-children,
Pint sized killers of parents and siblings.
Degas made several of these wax statues.
Leave one out in the rain an
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2008-02-19 04:44:49.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/55206.html
I like Arabic
Because I can't read it
So I can pretend those
Sweeping swirls and
Artful apostrophes
Are not imprisoned by
What they have to say
But rather come freely
Inspired only by aesthetics
Who needs letters
Pregnant with meaning?
Who needs sounds
Suffering some tedious job?
Most things in this world
Aren't worth communicating
And the thi
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2008-02-19 04:43:07.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/54610.html
I'm not cut out
For romance
For marriage
Were I Lott
I wouldn't cry
"Why, Lord?"
But rather,
"Why salt?"
It boggles me
To this day
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2008-02-19 02:33:06.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/54281.html
It stands empty now
It's pathways, worn down by
Scores of shuffling monk feet,
Are no longer varicose with piety
The lawless gardens overgrown
The stone walls an exoskeleton
An oranate and useless vassal
Holding no more than memories
Of years spent in quiet devotion
To a God like a new moon
About to crescent
At any moment
Soon-
Except he didn't
Not
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2008-02-18 04:56:06.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/54082.html
Yesterday’s years
Are a lizard’s tail: a curled path
Leading nowhere, lying detached
In the dust behind our old house
By the wooden swing and the pond
Which had the decency to cover up
It’s most intimate regions-
Where the stones we had skipped
Lay exposed beneath the surface-
With a blanket of thick green algae
Like a second skin; like the days
Which she had sh
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2008-02-16 00:20:34.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/53874.html
Tulips, two lips
Lend me an ear, Van Gogh
I’ll have another Madonna on the rocks
Paris is crisscrossed by rue, demimundane
I remember mornings you’d wake up
And totally bug out, how Kafkaesque
My little pescavegetarian out of water
Does this dress make me look superficial?
Tempeh, tempeh, I would always reply
There’s more than one way to skin a cat
And no wrong way to
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2008-01-20 17:42:47.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/53477.html
"Thanks for submitting Life Insurance. Very zany story! These are the kind of stories I love reading. But good as it is, I'm going to have to pass on it."
His reason?
"You need to work hard on your smilies. For example, a comparison that didn't work: 'an annoyingly condescending smile, the type of condescending smile that burrows under your skin, surfs up your bloodstream and claws at your brain
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2007-11-14 04:09:16.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/53223.html
All of Man's existence can be boiled down to a scream of protest against being born into a universe that refuses to fellate him. You are not an individual, you are a complex of mutagenic influences and teething insanity against the backdrop of biological machinery. Identity is battered and beaten and abused, as all reality is essentially rape, and psychological warfare just another term for interaction. Fighting back
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2007-11-04 07:24:10.0
|
|
|
|
http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/52822.html
Lie
Lack
Lilac
A whimper in a sinkhole
A prayer in a dead world
A phantom of a song
Drowned out by bombshells
Don't go down, Orpheus
Eurydice opened a harem
The devils are all over her
Climbing out of her ears
Tearing out her hair
Braying, screeching
Snarling, clawing
She dances to the sound
Like a thrashing Threcian
Don't go
More...
Published by :13inchesofboyd 2007-10-25 06:06:32.0
|
|
