m by Ian Ernzer
murmuring mumbo jumbo while
mulling a cut of mullet and
marinating mutton and mussels
mandating manacles from the manor
Monday, March 31, 2008
i
i by Ian Ernzer
internet intoxicates and introverts
interpreting icons—idolized
iffy ignoramus illicitly illustrates
irregular iotas of immature imitations
internet intoxicates and introverts
interpreting icons—idolized
iffy ignoramus illicitly illustrates
irregular iotas of immature imitations
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
stitching
stitching by Ian Ernzer
weaving a thin needle through the fabric.
stitching initials in case you forget who it belongs to.
perceptions dammed by conscience. intercepted by the mouth.
translated into a language changing with the tide.
weaving a thin needle through the fabric.
stitching initials in case you forget who it belongs to.
perceptions dammed by conscience. intercepted by the mouth.
translated into a language changing with the tide.
terminal
terminal by Ian Ernzer
your train terminates
in the dark terminal
—just then you realize
as you see the woman
in front of you
this is not the station
you want to get off
your train terminates
in the dark terminal
—just then you realize
as you see the woman
in front of you
this is not the station
you want to get off
stolen lands
stolen lands by Ian Ernzer
golden straw
black sand
sacred land
stolen—
stealing
death
grieving
golden straw
black sand
sacred land
stolen—
stealing
death
grieving
neighborhood
neighborhood by Ian Ernzer
skeleton clutching a glass pipe
fluorescent orange shit scrawled atop the sidewalk
he-she duck-taped dick hides and falsifies
the unheard (crazy) prophet shouts obscenities (truth) while
bluebirds sit on the corner waiting for prey
men in suits step over economic obstacles
the owner of an ignored infected leg vomiting pus
is now a zen master—no longer feels the pain
skeleton clutching a glass pipe
fluorescent orange shit scrawled atop the sidewalk
he-she duck-taped dick hides and falsifies
the unheard (crazy) prophet shouts obscenities (truth) while
bluebirds sit on the corner waiting for prey
men in suits step over economic obstacles
the owner of an ignored infected leg vomiting pus
is now a zen master—no longer feels the pain
on the subject
on the subject by Ian Ernzer
a stop sign
badge number
traffic light
chihuahua on a leash
owner with phone to ear
a billboard tells me their product will
make me less miserable so
I can enjoy life
"wake up with our news—
the only way to start your day"
$3.50 a gallon—and that's for the cheap stuff
burritos are expensive these days
don't just be hot—look hot this summer
corner crash: shattered glass and plastic
meanwhile a man in an army coat holds
a neon sign with stenciled letters that reads:
"JESUS LOVES YOU"
a stop sign
badge number
traffic light
chihuahua on a leash
owner with phone to ear
a billboard tells me their product will
make me less miserable so
I can enjoy life
"wake up with our news—
the only way to start your day"
$3.50 a gallon—and that's for the cheap stuff
burritos are expensive these days
don't just be hot—look hot this summer
corner crash: shattered glass and plastic
meanwhile a man in an army coat holds
a neon sign with stenciled letters that reads:
"JESUS LOVES YOU"
a masked man
a masked man by Ian Ernzer
the woman is crying she is screaming she is in pain her shoulders are rolling and she is crying and the masked man is standing in front of her and he is wearing gloves he is wearing gloves so he does not stain his skin and there are others standing around the woman and they are standing around the man and she is crying and she is yelling it hurts it hurts so bad and her child is screaming as the man takes the child from her he takes the child into his hands and takes it from the woman and he takes a small sharp blade and cuts and there is blood and the woman is gasping for air and the masked man is holding the child and he says congratulations it's a boy
the woman is crying she is screaming she is in pain her shoulders are rolling and she is crying and the masked man is standing in front of her and he is wearing gloves he is wearing gloves so he does not stain his skin and there are others standing around the woman and they are standing around the man and she is crying and she is yelling it hurts it hurts so bad and her child is screaming as the man takes the child from her he takes the child into his hands and takes it from the woman and he takes a small sharp blade and cuts and there is blood and the woman is gasping for air and the masked man is holding the child and he says congratulations it's a boy
Alpine desert
Alpine desert by Ian Ernzer
An alpine mountain on a desert plateau continues, spanning from here to there.
Underneath it all, a young seed planted, slowly grows.
Unsure of what will grow, but I can feel it.
No form and no shape.
Prediction is a game that passes time.
an ultimate plan of symbiotic bodies.
A bumble-bee lands on the poppy that sprouts through a crack in the ice.
Then—and only then—will it make sense.
An alpine mountain on a desert plateau continues, spanning from here to there.
Underneath it all, a young seed planted, slowly grows.
Unsure of what will grow, but I can feel it.
No form and no shape.
Prediction is a game that passes time.
an ultimate plan of symbiotic bodies.
A bumble-bee lands on the poppy that sprouts through a crack in the ice.
Then—and only then—will it make sense.
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