Truckbeard
Garnish for the Lone Traveler
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Friday, July 27, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Cloak and Swagger
I am on a dangerous mission.
Only missions like these require Gatorade and granola.
I have heard it exisits.
Perhaps, atop an exposed granite peak.
Or, beneath thick streets in a forgotten, rotten tunnel.
Or...oh yes, there it is!
The quiet calm I seek has been a passenger to this mission all along,
My square concience beside me.
My square concience beside me.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Cloud Scrubber
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
A Viking's Feast
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Airplane Repentance
I want to surevey people who have just died.
I would ask, "What were your last words?"
I am curious how many four-letter words I would write down.
I hope my last four to be "amen."
I would ask, "What were your last words?"
I am curious how many four-letter words I would write down.
I hope my last four to be "amen."
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Bad Mold
Bad Mold
I want to thrive in a mist of beads that shine on my back as a happy wooden scratcher.
Eat Kiwi and heave.
A walking dinner table could not distract me from literature.
Pricking to a deep realm that excites unseen liquids.
Oil may rise the leather height of a pocket, only to drive out the fibers.
Seas of crust.
Altitude of wild animals.
Caves of wharfing stars.
David Muir McEntire
Buuap
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