We, the Potheads
Please note that an audio verion of the poem is available below the text. Rise and Shine, Wake and Bake, Eat the Cake After some Shake 'n Bake... We, the Potheads, sure Love Pissin' Smokey off by Not...
Category: Poetry
Messy Jesse
Please note: An audio recording of this poem is available below the jump. The poem is read by the author. Enjoy. - The Editor. That's just messy, Jesse, You are not Kanye, Though, your rhymes Are on...
Amusement from Insipid Places
When I was younger I would ask people the following question: If you could be immortal and all you had to do was chop off the head of the person you most love, would you do it? Most people would look...
She Will Come
Please note that an audio recording of the poem is available below She will come Oh, yes! She will come. If I have to sprain an ankle, She will come, she will come. She makes like she won't, but that...
Common Comic Star
Please not that an audio reading of the poem is available below the text. As hours flop, And hours top, And wiggle side to side, I laugh my self, Guffaw my way, Chuckle stuff I have tried: I feel it...
The Untouched It
The thought of it excited her. She discussed it with her tender peers. They were open with anticipation For confirmation of their fears, For reprieve from waiting, For a taste of the Garden, Which...
To Pick & Choose
after the quiz, looking in a mirror, fussing with her hair waiting at the door for his walk, the dog awaits his leash our old dog runs through fields in his dreams first deep snow-- one can hear the...
Shame and Capital
fall fresh sun beams on ceramic features of carved irony warm the deadened impulse to breathe green grass grows on the other side of the world we desensitize the cells until growth is abstract...
Words from a Lame Man at his Pew
Here in GC land, we thought this poem was especially pertinent considering the recent brouhaha over Barack Obama's minister. Please remember to enjoy the genius of Sim Stafford responsibly....
My Bee
Lalla M’Zouda took pride in the thicket of her burning bush. “Gardens are the scene of assignation,” she told Moulay Aly. “First, your tongue is to brush, barely brush, the dew from the outer...