belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
30 November 1994
i walk in my wooden shoes
down powdered streets
and turning i smile and wave at
a floating mailbox whose
wheel is both turning full speed
in blatant mockery of the pavement
which lies stuck on the ground
when suddenly there is a
momentary power surge
which sends the afloating mail box
staggering to the left and then
with a noiseless explosion it
SLAMS
into the unyielding ground
sending up a powdered convulsion
of amused mockery at the toaster
which failed even to steady the silence
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