two dimensional stand up smiles
you can see the gum and that
tongue behind her teeth that
with gun and needle the same
tattooed if dying lovers got to
pick new bodies would they
a place to end up at midnight
the beat buick of a friends
mother a place to get dry
it's like you died talkin'
I got rights, social security,
snorting aspirin for personal life
personalities change at
parties and womanly eyes
say no harm no foul
stealing into your eyes girl
in the window at franklin court
back at the party got shoved.
the back of a plastic
indian stand up and fight
these soldiers with swords
college babies hot for
ideological purity the smallest
things are where you find
glass windows on the
ditch long walks and
sex and cigarettes and paychecks
tighty whitey all your
friends have money so why
isnt the tv burnt to the floor
she's on the box and a
hit in hell animate objective
xeroxed opinions loud earrings
kissing all implicit semantics
generations crossword
puzzle solves childhood
what is it all just
in time for religious conviction
and the parties end.
a brightly lit room
a heavy door snowball
hits the school bus rear
super soft breasts c-cup
freudian regression over tea
and spelling bee discovery
extreme eyeliner siren
on the street emergency
goodbye spilled over courtship
history umbilical cuts
my name in hieroglyph
all postmodern acts lie
sweet russian romantic her
christmas light a string on
her neck her foundation smiled.
He makes a note to be poignant.
To tell the truth and the truth about
knowing the truth.
He has great moments at stoplights.
The way home is littered with thinking
about dreams and a lover. objective joy.
He wants existence. Finding deity in the profane
isn't hard. But he cant do it forever.
God won't let him.
He thinks of all the breath men use to tell jokes.
The unhad laughter like licks of electricity
connecting faster than prayer.
His smile is a secret reflected in holy water.
He is made of blood and bile, sexual in nature
and forgone as god's bonedry conclusions.
Dana says, "Im from Pittsburgh PA. Currently living in Washington DC in the northwest and working as a teacher with high school students, but life is radical as a student of history and an advocate for the future. Any future. As Faulkner once said: "I refuse to accept the end of man."
But hey, if it happens, cool.
I love to write and read like crazy. If you are a writer too and want to swap stuff for editing and proofing, do it!
Bios make me nervous!! So please email: dmjermgurl@yahoo.com."