Duke Cunningham Can't Have Gun
Don Bauder 9:47 p.m., May 25
slither dearer near the wilted weeds play the part of rattled kin and make me faint of heart the spring fresh born has blown the horn asked you to change your fine display a coat ...
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/may/16/24539/ I want to ramble on and make sense of it all I want to go on a trip and send post cards home I want to gamble on the longshot and win I need ...
i probably started watching Grey's Anatomy because i liked the double entendre.... the main character's last name was Grey and my anatomy book in medicine was Gray's Anatomy....it was a thick and heavy expensive thing ...
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Please God give me a poet i scrawl it on the foggy shower door each morn absurdic or acerbic i don't care with or without suitable underwear one of those dreamy beamy smiling idiots found ...
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http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/mar/27/21673/ Your voice arrives fast 'or the sea so soft and coyly caring so i surrender my ear to your calming sharings * it was sweet as a dove's recollection cooing in branches of Green ...
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/mar/23/21493/ the year of the locust where does it lie 'neath seven years of dust mismanaged by it's imfamy there's no air of mystery within it's fine cocoon only willful savagery waits in darkest heat ...
today would have been Jack Kerouac's 90th birthday here's a few of his aphorisms to help us remember the man who brought poetry back to life in the 50's Ms Roody i must admit this ...
i heard your song and wildly danced thrice around the moon shock shivered on the dark side the sun couldn't come too soon my spirit swelled and raced on with you in hopes your song ...
in your comments please add a line to this poem i will add them to the poem Raven moon heed my plea...fly to me....shine your light on my darken wings.....nocturnal things... feathers quick as lightening...
scarred generations of words laid bare struggling with the confusion of relativity when his atom split her world asunder her mouth mushroom with the pain of it she couldn't have seen the fallout when her ...
some might say she was a beautiful girl a peroxide beauty shapely but with a face that rarely smiled and a voice that spoke only to those she could manipulate * some might say she ...
i spy thee ever changed chameleon and oh my willful wilding heart you breathe a want in me flung high your shimmering fairie dust dark the lustful longing as it fell * soft whisper fine ...
this weeks poem in the Reader is a wowser!!! so hit ur browser and partake of the haughtest poem yet to be published by the READER http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2012/jan/11/poetry-symptoms/ yah u saw it right...i choose to be ...
ah darlin' come and gone shall i meet you in Ireland then * ride ponies along the emerald cliffs roll like children in the dewy grass * brambles in our hair as we wait to ...
he had taught her so carefully...taught her with the care given by a horse whisperer to his prize student...careful to send the message to all of her six senses all to no avail and she ...
just a little gift...a carrot for my mare...with the crispy chill of Christmas hanging in the air that hound is bold but worthy too of scraps cut from our Ham...the fat will make his coat ...
is it not splendiferous truly quite sublime outrageously quite delirious and here at Christmas time * could it be a better gift accepted with importance whether sonnet rhyme or riff could it just be heady ...
the only good thing i can say about today...a bright but cold Sunday in SandyEggo ...is that it's not raining...i'd be completely crushed if it was I've never gotten completely over that "little girl lost ...
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