Dandy Jones has lost his mind.
It wasn’t where he left it—wrapped in foil in the veggie crisper.
He put it there for safety before he went out on the town
With a gun and a pack of gummy-worms.
The worms he had a use for.
The gun was just a justincase—
Justincase he ran into himself,
Which was common at night.
In [...]
Posted on April 24th, 2007 by drevon03
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I’m chased by Woolf!
And caught by Keats.
He holds me while
Virginia gnaws at my leg.
Milton lights a fire as
Dante fills the pot with broth.
Dickinson pulls Virginia back—
‘You Silly Fly! Save some for us.’
Joyce chops potatoes.
Shelley adds a pinch of salt.
Whitman rubs my skin with oil
He pinches my flank and licks his lips.
I try to talk, but [...]
Posted on April 17th, 2007 by drevon03
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In the land where poets dream,
I met a tree with silver leaves.
It spoke to me in foreign tongues
That called dark thoughts of savage things.
Down its trunk there climbed a beast
Silver as the leaves and tree.
Thin long limbs of barky flesh,
Brought hairless form step-step towards me.
From tiny toothless mouth it spoke
In language soft with meanings clear.
“My [...]
Posted on April 3rd, 2007 by drevon03
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