Poetry ~ Reason

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Poetry - Reason
Written by Thug Rigby
Sunday, 23 February 2003 00:17
Waking up to hot Hot air Pulling on my slacks Covered with cat hair Snapping on the flimsy Timex A weed-wacker hums its insect tune Emus, peacocks, various fowl softly call from fences past fences I step out onto the hot porchboards To smoke my morning smoke breathe in my ash. In mid-stalk, a cat Freezes Fixated on some small soul Deep in the dry golden weeds.

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Sister Cities, or...

Poetry - Reason
Written by Arminius Von
Saturday, 22 February 2003 15:24
How to Build a Transportable Thermonuclear Device to Raise a Particular Location of Your Enemy's Homeland from Zero to One Hundred Million Kelvins in Less Than Two Hundred Milliseconds Using Nothing More Than Lithuim Deuteride, Angstrom-Callibrated Machine Tooling, Steel Casing, Pentium-Precision Detonators and 10kg of Weapons Grade Plutonium First: patience and cash add political vengeance try, try, try again

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Hikooki

Poetry - Reason
Written by Thug Rigby
Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:06
We file through the lobby past guards past cameras into the revolving door, through and out into the sun
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Madia Lane

Poetry - Reason
Written by Thug Rigby
Friday, 23 February 2001 00:14
Sipping coffee on the porch in the sun. The bitter taste matches the feel of the sun on my skin. Acidic. Dry. I hear the children in the rose garden before I see them And then I see their three little heads Bobbing as they run Single file through the thorns
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Selections from the Library

Summer Morning

by Thug Rigby

Waking up to hot
Hot air
Pulling on my slacks
Covered with cat hair
Snapping on the flimsy Timex
A weed-wacker hums its insect tune
Emus, peacocks, various fowl
softly call from fences past fences
I step out onto the hot porchboards
To smoke my morning smoke
...

Sister Cities, or...

by Arminius Von

How to Build a Transportable Thermonuclear Device to Raise a Particular Location of Your Enemy's Homeland from Zero to One Hundred Million Kelvins in Less Than Two Hundred Milliseconds Using Nothing More Than Lithuim Deuteride, Angstrom-Callibrated Machine Tooling, Steel...

Hikooki

by Thug Rigby

We file through the lobby

past guards

past cameras

into the revolving door, through and out

into the sun

The man in the tie is hit by the wind first

One step out, his suit blooms

he spins and crouches

turning...

Madia Lane

by Thug Rigby

Sipping coffee on the porch
in the sun.
The bitter taste
matches the feel of the sun on my skin.
Acidic.
Dry.

I hear the children in the rose garden before I see them
And then I see their three little heads
Bobbing as they run
Single file through the...

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First: patience and cash add political vengeance try, try, try again

Selections from the Library

Summer Morning

Sister Cities, or...

Hikooki

Madia Lane

First: patience and cash
add political vengeance
try, try, try again