do

by timmy t jones

previously posted, in different format, in the blog all humans are the same on january 10, 2011

i'm sorry, ms sinclair there's no need to apologize, joey i was just doing what i do i understand it's what i do yes i have no choice of course i do what i do the doingness of the done the thing itself to do the thing that is imperative the imperative itself i told you i understand have you called the police? of course why else would i have handcuffed you? well to keep me from doing what i do no i called the police i had no choice i understand but you understand in turn the imperative doingness of what i do the done thing itself yes i think i hear the police outside now

5 poems

originally posted, in different format, on flashing by on march 19, 2010.

by horace p sternwall

pictures by rhoda

arabia arabia is far away and stretches out in every direction but though you cut it up every which way there's nothing but sand in every section borneo boom-ba-de-boom, ba-de-boom-boom-boom boom-ba-de-boom, ba-de-boom-boom-boom bury my heart in a golden tomb at the end of the earth, if there's any room china i want to go to china before i die to see if everything i was taught was a lie i'll pay some wise old sages a call we'll sit and talk, beside a waterfall winnebago weary waitresses and bored detectives fill the hallways with vile invective hotel down by the railroad tracks dead shoe salesmen never come back teddy i woke up this morning with a feeling of despair and looked around for my teddy bear but someone had slipped through the bars of my cell and carried poor teddy off to hell