13inchesofboyd




	Closing Doors http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/33984.html We sit, decaying, reeking of rot. The woman sitting across from me Will die alone, you can tell by the Excess make up, along with her age. She never makes eye contact, Except with the Bud Light posters: Probably an alcoholic too. Well, they don't call it the D train for nothing. I wonder, what do the rats make Of the passing Bronx bound express? Of that incompr More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-25 01:56:29.0

	This Is Your Brain On Word Play http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/33619.html Goliath was quite mighty Until he went out and got Stoned. More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-22 14:24:46.0

	I Long To Be The Warm Sand Between Your Toes http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/33314.html Ah! You've been redecorating. The mighty David stands In your room, by your bed, Perfectly crafted from granite. He goes great with the carpet Outside in the storm A boy who has taken a chisel To his wrists sits and quietly Plays guitar to the great joy of Of your lawn ornaments. Tell me, When the blasting stereo Causes your whole room To vi More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-22 14:23:51.0

	Single Replacement Reaction http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/33278.html Were it that I could Funnel some Chemistry From college and in Between us. More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-22 14:22:43.0

	Fowl Play http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/32812.html I pause to think before I carve you to pieces. Thankful! Thankful, they say. What have you given me To be thankful for? Your damn intricacies, complexities That allow me no respite, oh no, Everything's gotta be perfect, Perfect perfect, well, fuck perfect! "The hell with you!" I cry as I lift The glinting knife into the air And cut away in absurd patterns Sl More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-19 23:34:32.0

	Zeit Macht Frie? http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/32626.html Children play on the Grass meadow by the Railroad station of Belzec. I'd join them, but I can't: I'm still remembering you More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-17 15:18:27.0

	Back In the Lawless West http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/32431.html Tired, after a whole day Of Settlers and Indians We curled up in your bed Peacefully, until you whispered, "Haha, gotcha! This is a small pox blanket" More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-17 15:17:32.0

	Unconditional Surrender http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/32080.html French, mon cheri, Is the language of love: I sat in high school spanish and thought of you. More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-15 14:57:27.0

	Elsewhere, Other Things Were Happening http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/31912.html And every time that She laid down to sleep The cracked tombstones, They did creep From the cemetery Upon the grey hill Inching till dawn and Then stood still Perfectly hidden So nobody could see Behind ever weeping Willow trees More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-15 14:43:47.0

	I Still Can't Talk To People With Your First Name http://13inchesofboyd.livejournal.com/31702.html I had a goldfish. I named him Josef Stalin (A name I heard in passing on the street) I kept my fish in a small, round bowl. I gave him food. He ate it. He didn't do much besides that But then again, who does? One day he died, so I had to Flush Josef Stalin down the shitter. Then I ate breakfast. It was tasty French toast with blueberry jam I love jam, the way it More... Published by :13inchesofboyd 2006-10-15 14:42:22.0