Mark Hoback: FGAQ: Poetry CornerThe Sensitive Side of Fried Green al-Qaedas(Untitled)- January 28, 2004http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/28.html#a71 (Untitled)- January 28, 2004 If you believe,how can you tell me that I'm wrong I expect a great reward. Not in this time,Not in this world.But I expect a great reward in heaven. I am glad to heed the call, to fill the void, to cause the fall,of those who would destroy the souls of those too young to hear the call. I look forward to the glory, I have no need for remorse. You don't understand the words. "Justifiable homicide." You don't understand The Word. People ask me, quite politely, if I would do it yet.http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/28.html#a65 (Untitled)- January 27, 2004 The Corn Gods The government owns these thoughts. Would you like to learn to read Like bees at dawn, these are the days of our life. These rings require a finger. The corn gods long ago were angry, but now, like us, they&146;re just confused. Believers now crumbled to dust and the festival of the harvest <fade> just a memory. They are largely impotent, their very genetic makeup having been rewired, And in a few short generations they will...http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/27.html#a59 (Untitled)- January 25, 2004 ChangeStructure is a temporary thing.Form coalesces like Madonnas on an oil slicked roadEvery moment that more distantEvery viewer needing stronger faith to see. If I could reach out farther, farther,In the direction of the constant buzzShut off the sound and make time crawl againI would not do it even if you begged Faster, time must gain momentum,And dirty beasts like you must fall down stairs.It's only right you know,It's only right.http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/25.html#a36 (Untitled)- January 25, 2004 search phrase:Minivan of Fools (Google poetry cut-up 3) Man, what you jibberjabbrin about now Minivan, Sports Car, Bumper Car: What Should Be Major in my Minivan The April fools practical jokes received a $0.000001 million grant,but what fools these mortals be. A community site dedicated to the alternative style of lifeTime to Buy a Minivan. Nikki&146;s hiding in a closet, and...http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/25.html#a33 (Untitled)- January 24, 2004 Could This Be My Lucky Day Could this be my lucky day A spider crawled across my back.My good luck coins, they jingle in my pocket.A bee has flown into my house. Prepare for the visitor. I feel volatile. I cannot kill the bee. At last it flies out on it&146;s own accord. I saw that she had laid her hat upon the bed&133; Thirsty, I leaned against the screen door of the back porch, trying to fit into the little spot of shade. Work, a little work, there was still a little work to be...http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/24.html#a28 (Untitled)- January 24, 2004 Excuses I Haven't Used, Yet Inertia in my fingertips (I cannot find my Poly-Grip)My SansaBelt Pants will not zip, and I am late for work.Take a pill and then anotherThen anotherThen another.Shout out to the Holy Mother, I am late for work. Take a quick look at the news, the Palestinians and Jews,The president is hiding clues, and I am late for work.Take a pill and then anotherThen anotherThen anotherMail an excuse to Big Brother, 'Why I am Late for Work.' "I was working on my blog,..http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/24.html#a26 (Untitled)- January 24, 2004 You, Seeking Me A few bits and pieces. A few words in seemingly random order. You found me. Did you want me I think you did. Everything is accident, Coincidence, Right on time and wrought with meaning. Did you catch it Sometimes you google on my name. Hi! Hi! Hi! That's when I know that you want ME. We have a special bond, you and I. You get to poke around my place And sometimes even see my face, And me, I know I'm loved. Everything is accident, Coincidence, Right on time and...http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/24.html#a25 (Untitled)- January 24, 2004 WheelsFallOff When the white shows up in their eyes. When the sun stands still in the sky. Joshua and Gold and Ruin.When the words run far beyond us not set free, but when the words cease to work our will, and only pull us down. That is when we ride, chaffing our thighs on the backs of unknown animals, embarrassed by our shabby clothes, and in our shell of mottled blues and aqua tone and reds ...http://blogs.salon.com/0001424/categories/fgaqPoetryCorner/2004/01/24.html#a24 |