tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post116075658259742187..comments2024-02-18T10:19:46.501-08:00Comments on Matt Mikalatos: HawaiiMatt Mikalatoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279070118483678882noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post-1162914616878685672006-11-07T07:50:00.000-08:002006-11-07T07:50:00.000-08:00Landmark: Leonardo invents the wheellock pistol, t...Landmark:<BR/> Leonardo invents the wheellock pistol, then works on the<BR/> Mona Lisa for ten years. Art is never the same<BR/> <BR/> An estranged Greek wanders into Marienburg screaming, <BR/> asking for "Die grun kinder?" Philosophy is never the same.<BR/><BR/> Taking a cue from his father Dracul and his mentor John <BR/> Hunyadi, Vlad Tepes invents the freeform abattoir.<BR/> Politics is never the same.<BR/><BR/>James Watt, after 20 labors, unveils his steamshovel pilecrapdriver. Industry is never the same.<BR/><BR/>Oppenheimer cowers and pisses his pants, quoting<BR/>the Bagavad Gita in the light of the first worldwide tanning<BR/>booth. War is never the same.<BR/><BR/>Dark Saturn pries himself fullborn from the everyman brow<BR/>of a poet's Zeus. Life is never the same.<BR/><BR/>CinnamonGhoul<BR/>j_gulbranson@hotmail.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post-1161838718726721392006-10-25T21:58:00.000-07:002006-10-25T21:58:00.000-07:00The Dream Dried Up When I Touched it:It started wi...The Dream Dried Up When I Touched it:<BR/><BR/><BR/>It started with a girl wandering, locked out<BR/>a pale ghost carrying milk on a wooden yoke<BR/>in frigid winter<BR/>lost, with no language,<BR/>hallucinating Hiroshima, dogshit, and escape,<BR/>on mushrooms, in a see-through nightie<BR/>wearing fear, going by bus,<BR/>following a loose marble<BR/>into the highway reststop<BR/>with the wax sculptures, fast food fungi,<BR/>the torture maps, charts and diagrams,<BR/>lost in the horror film<BR/>lost in the frantic search<BR/>leading to the haunted house<BR/>leading to the increasingly enclosed space<BR/>and finding her mother inside the dull mirror<BR/>of the broken mammogram machine<BR/>costing a quarter.<BR/><BR/>The girl and the mother are strangers.<BR/>That's all I remember.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post-1161712395966962332006-10-24T10:53:00.000-07:002006-10-24T10:53:00.000-07:00When gray fades into grayAnd black and white appea...When gray fades into gray<BR/>And black and white appear<BR/>There’s clarity from chaos<BR/>From things you used to fear<BR/>These things that used to own you <BR/>Have finally set you free<BR/>But the chains still drag behind you<BR/>No matter how you try and flee<BR/>You’re straining to move forward<BR/>But your past it weighs you down<BR/>As you walk it clanks and rattles<BR/>‘Though you’ve finally made new ground<BR/>These chains they slow your walk <BR/>And you cannot climb the hill<BR/>So you stay here in the valley<BR/>And know not what calls you stillAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com