Tuesday, December 13, 2005


welcome to my taco
find the teacup under the sheet
have a sip of lemonade
park your car in the beef garage

put your hand in the clown’s pocket-
a rented tuxedo of flesh,
a hot pocket,
a ham sandwich,
bacon for breakfast,
a rooster fish

it’s gutted rabbit grilled cheese gold-
a sad little clam, a landing strip, a wound
that will never heal.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I miss your drunk poetry

December 13, 2005 7:34 PM  
Blogger Heidi Bloom said...

This is sober poetry.

December 13, 2005 10:23 PM  
Anonymous Roman Edirisinghe said...

THIS is cool poetry. It reminds me of Don Van Vliet's (Captain Beefheart) poems and songs. His, however, were largely done under the influence of potent LSD.

You should write more, Hides.

December 15, 2005 12:09 PM  
Blogger Heidi Bloom said...

I like the floppy boot stomp.

December 16, 2005 4:52 PM  

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