Maybe the miniscule city in the grass is a character. The idea that it may be vacant, as is the campus, which is not a college campus at all, but rather for something else, something State-sponsored. A break from electronics--the internet is down. No TV, no phones. Where is he and why are none of his peers there? (He realizes his unique position; uses it to explore; has no peers.) The unsettling silence is not that but a comfort, and who knew?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Maine Seafood Company
by Matthew Dickman
(Salt)
A LOBSTER.
Once out of the box
The wooden box
The metal box
The box, the box, the box
Dragged up from the salt
Things don't feel too bad
And then they do
And then they don't
(And waves)
(Salt)
A LOBSTER.
Once out of the box
The wooden box
The metal box
The box, the box, the box
Dragged up from the salt
Things don't feel too bad
And then they do
And then they don't
(And waves)
Shane Shane
ain't give no fuck
bout no qur leastside gal
got yr nutsup in a bun
&i saw yr hole
gimme somethin to talk about
like lovin shane,
wait for you three blk from home.
hit me withyr wet spot.
yknow, the real stuff ydon't claim
makin me hard to say much.
thinkin i love yr smart wrestlin
&we all saw yr hole--
bout no qur leastside gal
got yr nutsup in a bun
&i saw yr hole
gimme somethin to talk about
like lovin shane,
wait for you three blk from home.
hit me withyr wet spot.
yknow, the real stuff ydon't claim
makin me hard to say much.
thinkin i love yr smart wrestlin
&we all saw yr hole--
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
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