Wednesday, September 20, 2006

So that BoomBoom and Koshkin might live in this blog

here while I wait for the coops

a person looking into the store

meets michael and the booms

two total


boom boom


"yr groceries were roses"

gertrude grubbed
against us

so we set out with one

good ol' eye toward

ourselves boxed er

subtracted by light

um, both

both both

bout bout a pig


the farm we've left

inside us still

drafting the windows

the

women we'll need

to remember beaches

and those Zuk'd steeds

galloping beside us

5 comments:

Hot Whiskey said...

What is this, POMO!?!

Hayes said...

no its popomo, heh!?!

Hayes said...

who are you uincy, really,heh, like you'll tell!?!
ooh, I like that,
like you'll
tell
really,
you'll
tell,
like that, ooh,
ooh,
you'll
tell.

John Sakkis said...

this poem sort of reminds me of nick cage's character in...wait wait wait for it...here's a poem called

THE WICKERMAN

wisteria had none of these
though desperately making over
felicity huffman in drag
almost won an oscar
sponsered irish sacrifice
caged sweat and fire and
Ty Beckford's megaphone
on a rampage to get this
pagan faced god
built and up to par
for the course less taken
is the course less seen
when Cooper busts his
Rhazel rap with Bhanu
running topless shouting
"cyborg cyborg, from what
liminal space?!" invaders
invading the living space
balls out on Bob Barker
shouting "it's $39 you idiot"
savants saving the Sakkis-mask
from certain death and
"where are the condoms anyways?"

Hayes said...

Where are the condoms?!?