Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
by Hessa
Wildflowers of Figueroa Mtn - by Hessa
My gawd
it's purple and orange everywhere
and it stahnks!
I thought this trip was wildflowers,
sighing
romantic
luxurious fields of waving petals,
wafting breezes -
but
screeching halt, man.
I'm not running through this scratchy scrub
like Maria
in Sound of Music.
If I did
I'd have to wrap
my bare legs in medical gauze,
check for ticks,
oh, and probably get a shot of anti-venom
for the chomp of the rattler
nestled in beside that rock.
Freakin 95 degree
dessicated
hellish
wasteland.
They say the flowers'll be gone next week.
Wonder why
they don't stick around.
Hah.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
by Anke
Sunday, April 12, 2009
by Matthew
CHARLIE'S GONE AGAIN - by Matthew
Pickin off rust
waitin for the 10 bus,
Charlie's gone again.
No buffalo jerky
no readin from that Hugo book
nobody throwin an arm over my shoulders
like he use to
because
Charlie's gone again.
Guess I'll figure out
my own algebra
Guess I gotta laugh out loud alone
Guess I'm gonna hafto walk
because the dang bus ain't comin
and
Charlie's gone again.