belle2007–2002 |
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frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
6 November 1994
the other morning in the marketplace
I came across the most fascinating invention
they call it the Portable Collapsible Cubicle
or PCC for abbreviated colloquial dialogue
ya just put it in the empty hair follicles of yer belly button
then at two moments notice it can be removed and expanded
till it feels the hole room with its engulfing images
so weary or bored or forgotten stragglers can
detach themselves from the biting realities of this world they're discarding
Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace