by Chris | Feb 12, 2007 | Poetry
Messages bounce from blankfaces, pass alongglances that act as if they're paving the way.But hands on the ends of wooden arms are lifted-how they fly to pierce glass atmosphere.They all sit to form a circle.Wield organic hand-on-wood-arms.And use them like...
by Chris | Apr 29, 2006 | Poetry
Wish-washy Italian alleys collaborate.create this North-corner apartment.Leaving room for kitchen and baththey trash walls between rooms.Pulled ceilings partially fail to reveal beams above We can't make this work.Forcing strips of streets inwardthey pull...
by Chris | Apr 29, 2006 | Poetry
Q. How is it that chocolate cakes can pat you on the back? after cutting them up into bite-size pieces? A. Then know they’re killing you, now from the inside!!! (Write to your congressman) Our hamburger heads will take over the world. We are fat? And we like...
by Chris | Feb 21, 2006 | Poetry
I’m splaying myself out: These sinewed bones’ll have to wait for comfort zones & feelings’f home. I’m spreading myself thin and shoving my neck out in hopes of heading towards-within. This opening of doors will encourage movement towards my...
by Chris | Jan 30, 2006 | Poetry
On spikes that tether ropes aroundsilent space with bridges bound for nearer placesDown the ropes, into The Sound;they transformed us into this space… those spatial cogs and wheels turning. Entirety drops us down: David and KellyLanding each as we...
