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A plague of thoughts: this one disdain, that one creeping; over here is disgust, and below that self-loathing. Each stakes out a part of my heart, claiming that it shall win in the end.
» Posted By wigout On 07.13.2011 @ 8:45 am
There’s that music playing that lets you know that this is the part of the movie where lots of new skills and or relationship bonding is going on- you don’t need to hear the words, you don’t need to know exactly what happened- just that stuff did happen.
» Posted By wigout On 05.31.2011 @ 9:17 pm
Grit that holds you to the road
Slows you down
or else you’ll spin
Try holding your weight in gravel
Spilling out over the edges
of your arms
There’s just so much of you
that isn’t so hard,
» Posted By Wigout On 12.30.2008 @ 10:39 am
Here’s your throat back, thanks for the loan.
That always seemed like such an abuse of a colleague’s body parts on the part of Mr. Dylan. I’d rather say that it was no loan at all.
» Posted By Wigout On 12.31.2008 @ 5:59 am
When i think of a little brown bandaid covering my son’s first cut and think of all the cuts, tears, attacks, gouges, scrapes, bites, severances, stitches, scars, and rips he’ll endure over the course of his life I quake at how I’ll feel when I know.
» Posted By Wigout On 01.01.2009 @ 5:45 pm
I assume that you’ve heard by now of the time traveling flu and that you’re to go home to spend time with your family or what’s left of them. You never know, they may sneeze themselves home today or tomorrow and you’ll want to have some chrono-stay handy.
» Posted By wigout On 08.27.2009 @ 12:44 pm
Match me. Go on and match me. Follow my every move around the driveway, through the yard, flying like a plane, hopping forwards then back, skipping (not trotting). Go on and light me up. Be a match.
» Posted By wigout On 08.15.2009 @ 1:37 am
To pass the time pick up a deck of cards, flip open a book, begin to work on your yard, stare at the wall, sleep, kick things, draw, examine your face, breathe.
» Posted By wigout On 08.14.2009 @ 7:16 am
My conditioned response to the sound of a bell, to leave the classroom, to answer the phone, to run to the door, to remove my keys from the ignition, to shut the door, to look for the ice cream man, to note the time on the quarters.
» Posted By wigout On 08.13.2009 @ 7:24 am
What comes through the radio anyway, but words and sounds from strangers, ideas and happenings far away, and commercials for car washes and chiropractors?
» Posted By wigout On 08.12.2009 @ 5:55 am
Gonna cleanse the bad from that thought, gonna cleanse the cold from that hot, gonna keep to the straight and narrow, gonna hold that poison arrow.
» Posted By wigout On 08.11.2009 @ 7:24 am
A gallery of friends there upon the shelf, what with those steinbeck fellows in back sharing a drink, that shoddy looking salinger talking to himself, and borges over there inventing the never-ending story of the shelf’s existence.
» Posted By wigout On 08.10.2009 @ 8:01 am
geez the geese here sure poop alot. I wish some owner would sccot along behind them and bag it. And then there is the honking: I get it, you’re in a hurry, why don’t you pass me already?
» Posted By wigout On 08.08.2009 @ 7:04 pm
brushed steel and chrome and shine and flect and reflect and there you are warts and all have you seen the size of your pores and that scar on the side of your nose from that screen door that slammed in your face and remember how you cried and and cried.
» Posted By wigout On 08.08.2009 @ 5:31 am
My idol was nobody and nothing was my inspiration. I ambled and misambled everywhere and found that this was just as good as that and up was nearly identical to down. And, anyway, you could always go around any monolithic notion that littered your path.
» Posted By wigout On 08.06.2009 @ 6:36 pm
idly whiling the time away, twirling and whirling every which way, and these hands that aren’t busy and this mind that can think are free to make and and make up any old thing.
» Posted By wigout On 08.05.2009 @ 11:56 am
and i collapse and there’s that little bit of me on the floor- i don’t take up nearly as much space when my bones and muscles give out at once- and there’s a nice feeling of not being up and not fighting gravity, not balancing, just being plain dropped.
» Posted By wigout On 08.04.2009 @ 9:02 pm
humidity brings out the stinky, wet humanity inside of anyone, not the nice humanity, not the take care of people stuff, but the get out of my way, no I can’t help you, this is my seat I’m not getting up grandma humanity.
» Posted By wigout On 08.03.2009 @ 9:23 am
it could have happened on another planet it could have happened just like you planned it but instead it happened right here instead it happened here.
» Posted By wigout On 08.02.2009 @ 6:35 pm
There was a time when I waited for you to respond to me, when I expected that you would. Now I spend my days anticipating the response that never came and what might have been.
» Posted By wigout On 08.01.2009 @ 10:41 pm
icy cold drips trickle down past my cheek through my beard along my neck into my shirt. there’s always a way in.
» Posted By wigout On 07.31.2009 @ 9:29 pm
and there on the floor, the tiled floor cool and grouted, I lay my head and forgot about everything but those esophageal muscles working in reverse, bringing up everything that had once gone down, everything clenched then release, and the small moment of relief just then.
» Posted By wigout On 07.31.2009 @ 9:37 am
The shallows are where everything hangs out floating along, rarely breaking the surface though everything must eventually sink to the bottom. There’s everything that has run off, what the water can carry and dump, there’s the best of the land swept away.
» Posted By wigout On 07.29.2009 @ 10:34 pm
What’s the farthest you have ever driven? The most dangerous place you ever drove through or over? What’s the nicest car you ever drove?
The worst accident you ever had the luck to drive by, instead of participating in?
» Posted By wigout On 07.29.2009 @ 5:58 am
like an infant with eyes new to light, new to good sights and new to bad, I can’t see you without accepting you as you are, I don’t know any other way to see you.
» Posted By wigout On 07.27.2009 @ 10:23 pm
the soil, so rich and dark, wet with death and wet with life, the smallest speck of life that finds its way will thrive.
» Posted By wigout On 07.26.2009 @ 9:26 pm
I am being pulled down and in and soon there will be little left of what was up and out and when at last you see the bald top of my head disappear into a perfect point, I’ll lose all dimension, scope, and scale- but don’t worry I’m not gone, I’m just waiting, forever, for that bit of matter that will tip me from contract to expand.
» Posted By wigout On 07.26.2009 @ 4:30 am
oh hit pause, fill up your drink, empty your bladder, hit pause to take the call, pause before you decide between the lesser of two evils, consider freezing everything and living in between.
» Posted By wigout On 07.25.2009 @ 7:46 am
paws hold paws dog tricks can never teach and the there’s that dog whisperer there must a man off screen holding a barrel of snacks in bribery for the pooch should he seem to give in to the dw’s guttural suggestions.
» Posted By wigout On 07.24.2009 @ 6:15 am
Back To Stats Page
twine in time entwined we’ll be
rope i hope you’ll soap with me
chain in vain to hear your metal clink
string will bring your voice I think
» Posted By wigout On 07.23.2009 @ 5:29 am