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Now, go collect all of your abstracts into a hat, and we'll draw for teams.

Nobody cares what secrets want.
Used and abused, that is their lot.
Lifetime prisoners is what secrets be,
for freedom means their death, you see.


The question is: What about truth?

Elephants Can't Jump

Love knows what matters.
Never ending, shining over all,
it moves mountains, parts the sea,
seeps into every crack and crevice,
trickles down to the lowest places,
and lifts you up. When love's power
can draw an elephant through a key-hole,
who needs to jump?


Title: Only

Your love sneaks out at night
roams the streets and alleys
chases flickering shadows
between moonbeams
and star sparkle.


The question is: What do shadows know?

One Man's Junk

is a woman's pleasure,
wrapped in a honey-do list,
bold strokes streaked with sweat,
crumpled and discarded,
nestled in a can on the curb
under a blanket of trash.



Title: For a Smile

The Turnip Truck

Off of the truck,
I saw her fall
(and just my luck)
much like a ball
she had to roll
under my feet.
I tripped and fell
into the street.
The stupid truck
came back to see
(and just my luck)
ran over me.


Title: Flattery

Jesus draws circles in the sand. A circle of fear (my mind's mistake) creates the world from twisted illusions of sin, guilt and fear. This did not happen long ago, but now again and again, for on this circle the world depends, and fear keeps my guilty illusion real. It's guilt I choose and cast lik...

Ring, Ring

Ring. Ring. Kill that thing.
Ring. Ring. Kill that thing.
Ring. Ring. Kill that thing.
Ring. That's all she wrote.


Title: Naturia Beast

When Springtime comes
and the sun is high,
when birds drift lazy
in a cloudless sky,
when the muse departs
and your ink runs dry,
grab sidewalk chalk
and go outside.

The question is: What will you draw?

Dolphin poems are soggy things. It's not their fault; they don't have wings to soar high above the salty seas and float with the clouds beyond the mountains across sun-baked deserts and tangled jungles. Dolphin poems are funny things full of strange whistles, puffs, and clicks that tell tales of onc...

Sorry. I don't have anything to say. That sound is just my head rattling.

Poet Soup A gallon of attitude goes in the pot first, then a pint of piss and vinegar to quench their thirst. Throw in a handful of verbs, a handful of nouns, and if there's one handy, toss in a clown-- or a holy man or a god, if that's your thing. They'll be wanting lines, so now add a ball of stri...

Crown of daisies
Veil of flies
Disappointment
Life's disguise


The question: Is milk and honey over-rated?

Uh oh. I've turned her into a smoking mariachi. Agnes? AGNES? Is that stlll you under the sombrero? ::trys to peek under rim but ends up with a face full of smoke:: ::cough:: ::cough:: Is that you, sither? ::hic:: Mi hermana! Donde has estado? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zfe-eAZDOo8 You sing. I'...