A Burning Wordhouse
Zelle: [email protected] There is a burning wordhouseburied in my mind—Words are gathered therelike petsThe flames are not athreatThe words are soakingwet!6.16.26
pablosmoglives
Replacing my blog at http://pablosmoglives.wordpress.com
I spent the night at Angri-La
Zelle: [email protected] I spent the night at Angri-LaThe horror there!I thought I saw the shadow of adeath trip,clawing toward the light;the temptation to extinguish it,to conceal myselfin rageso that the death trip wouldn'tsee me, was...
Best Fans Ever
My fans range from UK goth punks to ex-military Buddhist bikers who travel the great Beatnik highway like characters in a Ken Kesey novel. Behold Mark & Lily from Manchester, UK: And their band, X Republic: Also wonderful is this message from Alask...
The air was warm and monkey
Zelle: [email protected] The air was warm and monkey.Carrots perched upon my shoulder,mimicking the donkey.I must have been singing in thewrong key.Does the cow drink scum milkdirectly from the honkey?Can you hear me humming, now?Who wil...
A Broken Tombstone
Zelle: [email protected] When I die I want a broken tombstone,Marble, rottenwhite,With the patina and consistencyof moonlight.***When I die I want a brokentombstone,A guardian angel of glowing neonboneleaning like a petrified ghostOn the...
Time is Short
Zelle: [email protected] Time is short and overweight Eternity is tall and thin Forever always makes you wait Never lets you win 5.31.26
The Weeping Skull
Zelle: [email protected] The skull is weeping,as though he had fallen fromgrace,or outer space in slowmotion,stabbed in the heart with anocean May 2026
Dog with a pink bone collar/No Ordinary Pharaoh
Zelle: [email protected] Dog with a pink bonecollar, digging uppyramids in a windstorm,in search of treasure,and of marrow,Stops when she sees me,raises her hind leg in the form of a salute,And with a stream of oblations both golden,and n...
Louie Drinks Stars (inside-out poem #1)
Zelle: [email protected] Water. Believing they are The library, From the free pile at Bodies Giant astral Stars, Louie drinks 5.24.26
The Weeping Anarchist
Zelle: [email protected] The anarchist is weeping.The toy store issleeping;There is a madman full of dirtytreats,Wandering the trees,Pondering thestreetsIn search of the existenceOf actually Nothing. The anarchist is weeping.There is a...
