Found Poem 2011

Frigid bike
Ride away stillborn eyes
Legs yearn to touch ground they ache
After a night
Of tossing and hard dreams
Huddled with the elder apes
Fists coiled in their bellies
Or clutching bowls of bean mud billowing steam
In complaint

Slip into the area behind sleep in front
Speech erupts: I'm not here, really, how is
This happening
Without me?

Pictures, POOR FAVOR...

Hey everybody, send me some pictures to use on our front page (original photos please.) Just send one, I will use it eventually. No contest.

-Lester

Welcome back me (and a poem)

I'm back to daily moderation (and more than likely, posts), so feel free to get it back into high gear! I will also be posting information on local readings, art events, music, etc... Without further ado, a poem (of sorts):

Will Trade


New gutters for like-new rainbow
A used potato chip

Why allow the done room special! Furnished
Never worn; broken
Professional alterations

Mardi Gras we buy GOLD!
Will tutor your kawaii mahogany console five-piece

Pearl drummer needs gig.

Touch America black
100 used metal comedy outlaw lyricists
Beauty salon and eight foot conveyor
Beginners five piece salon equipment, downsizing

Executive desks, work
Two awesome cooking table saw, works
Ten sets of 20 55 gallon metal containers for sale

Wanted to buy huge reward! Lost found: blind chihuahua
Will trade dirt for pillows of hope.