be_first_man();
be_in_water();
be_observed_anecdotally_in_1997();
be_evolved_bombardier();
be_due_to_that_time();
be_newly_married_life();
be_the_great_fortune_of_misfortune();
be_activities_ensuing();
be_not_a_bad_thing();
be_the_whole_universe();
be_emerita();
be_based_on_a_real_life_emotion();
be_the_first_wave_that_never_aged();
be_a_nicer_heart_to_fear();
be_an_advanced_condition();
be_natural_hope();
be_the_way_I_look_at_it();
be_sent_a_clear_message();
be_a_10-foot_ceiling();
be_for_all_intensive_purposes();
be_increasing_in_importance();
be_anything_man_made();
be_the_first_thing_that_comes_to_ my_mind();
be_the_atlantic();
be_integrated();
be_utah_fabulous();
be_final_man();
All posts in category language poetry
functions
Posted by Tom Busillo on March 11, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/functions/
once a working wound
Posted by Tom Busillo on March 7, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/03/07/once-a-working-wound/
riding on a longer squall
a stronger smallest
shift in even tents
of tense in dream events
a longer squall
that’s pining on
the sense in
tall steam vents
a wronger tallest
fallen angel’s
hint of incense scents
in seven scenes
beyond there means
a loss of innocence
Posted by Tom Busillo on March 3, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/03/03/riding-on-a-longer-squall/
when you run too much
when you run too much
you’re sick a lot
ending stints in the choir
mumbling monologues
you scored a badge
you greased respect
snorkeling for loose change
slow to react
you raise your cup
you muck about
when your run cups out
you murder health
you fall asleep
by chipping teeth
your choppy loads
make contours choke
your broken turns
go halfway home
straight to face
the trees alone
Posted by Tom Busillo on February 23, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/02/23/when-you-run-too-much/
hammer, I say we’ll make the quay
hammer, I say
we’ll make the quay
we’ll make the quay
our way someday
a bed of nails
a chia pet
a home of thorns
a piercing net
a morning met
with rust, regret
we’ll safely
seal our shore
and soon
then nothing more
and all the sadness
of our fails
that day by day
forcefully nails
our madness
into place
hammer, I say
put on a brave face
we’ll make the quay
our way someday
we’ll make the quay
our way
Posted by Tom Busillo on February 21, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/02/21/hammer-i-say-well-make-the-quay/
these words don’t fall to know where
these words don’t fall to know where
these words don’t know where to fall
words where these don’t know to fall
words know where these don’t fall to
don’t know where to fall these words
don’t fall to where these words know
where words know to fall these don’t
fall to where these words don’t know
where these words don’t know to fall
where these words don’t fall to know
these know to fall where words don’t
fall these words don’t know to where
these don’t fall where words know to
these know where words don’t fall to
where to know fall these words don’t
fall to these don’t know where words
fall to these where words don’t know
don’t fall to words where these know
fall words to where these don’t know
don’t know to where these words fall
know to fall these don’t where words
don’t know where words fall to these
words to fall where these don’t know
Posted by Tom Busillo on February 16, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/02/16/these-words-dont-fall-to-know-where/
the breathing roams the room the breathing roams
who was so
impressive in
minimally conveying
the majestic
continuity
of fate
disconnected
underneath a landscape
who spoke
to you
told you
of the lives
on the margins
in between the gears
the earlier period of
a superb consuming
cloud
until it becomes clear
spirit
position
rose noses pose
share their
contradictions
not long before
the breathing roams
the room
the breathing roams
not long
before contradictions
share their rose
noses pose
position
spirit
until it becomes clear cloud
a superb consuming the earlier
period of in between
the gears on
the margins of the lives told
you to you
who spoke
underneath a landscape
disconnected of fate
continuity
the majestic
minimally conveying
impressive in
who was
so
was who in impressive conveying
minimally majestic
the continuity
fate of disconnected landscape
an underneath spoke
who you
to you
told lives the
of margins
the long
gears the between in
of period earlier
the consuming clear
becomes it
until cloud position
spirit pose
noses rose their share
contradictions before long
not roams
breathing the
room
the breathing roams not long
before contradictions share their rose
noses pose
spirit position cloud
until it becomes clear consuming
the earlier period of in between
gears long the margins of the lives told
you to you who spoke underneath
a landscape disconnected of fate
continuity
the majestic minimally conveying
impressive in who was
so
Posted by Tom Busillo on February 12, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/02/12/the-breathing-roams-the-room-the-breathing-roams/
starting to see the fog
starting to see
the fog roll in
from the comfort of a lighthouse
starting to fog
the sea rolling into
the lighthouse
starting to roll
the sea from the lighthouse
into the fog
starting to light
the fog from the lighthouse
in the sea
starting to house
the foglight in
the sea
Posted by Tom Busillo on February 3, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/02/03/starting-starting-to-see-the-fog/
curved train on a straight track
airplanes of the sea
so lost, lost is your air
rowboats of the fire,
does your water miss you, care
and curved train on a straight track,
how will you ever get to there
or
there
or
there
or
there
or
there
or
there
Posted by Tom Busillo on January 31, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/01/31/curved-train-on-a-straight-track/
a home that’s hard to leave
could be a prison
could be a coffin
could be a womb
could be the one we’re lost in
could be the world
could be our fate
could be the walls
could be the police came too late
festooned with baubles
bells and ribbons
in Robbins Row
unopened Gibbons
a grand dame
outran her shame
a grand duke
outran his luck
a grandmother’s
old fashioned recipe
down each throat
became stuck
could be the chair
could be the den
could be the bed
could be the eyes open
could be the scene of the crime
could be the crime of never having seen
could be all of the time
could be (n)everything we’ve been
Posted by Tom Busillo on January 21, 2015
https://monsterbegood.wordpress.com/2015/01/21/a-home-thats-hard-to-leave/