tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post116075687327871394..comments2024-02-18T10:19:46.501-08:00Comments on Matt Mikalatos: MichiganMatt Mikalatoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279070118483678882noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post-1162912810266195172006-11-07T07:20:00.000-08:002006-11-07T07:20:00.000-08:00Here we go, the award-winning"The Fabled Red Spark...Here we go, the award-winning<BR/><BR/>"The Fabled Red Spark"<BR/><BR/>We lay in chaste silence<BR/>tongues intertwined<BR/>my hand resting lightly twixt your legs<BR/>and O God<BR/>I swear<BR/>that for an instant<BR/>we were the fabled red spark<BR/>from the cinnamon Lifesaver<BR/><BR/>CinnamonGhoul<BR/>j_gulbranson@hotmail.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post-1161837435007429962006-10-25T21:37:00.000-07:002006-10-25T21:37:00.000-07:00On Monday:On Mondaythe pigeons are sketchedin blac...On Monday:<BR/><BR/>On Monday<BR/>the pigeons are sketched<BR/>in black and beige<BR/>quarter notes on a wire staff<BR/>shitting down jazz<BR/>across the sky blue page<BR/><BR/>I compose a smile<BR/>I hold a tune<BR/>the people are poppin'<BR/>they have to work<BR/>but they have time for<BR/>'How High the Moon'<BR/><BR/>On the bus an accident<BR/>occurs, two foreigners<BR/>find out they are both French:<BR/>him with his wounded cat<BR/>in a box on his lap,<BR/>she works in a French restaurant<BR/>but has time for a chat<BR/><BR/>Later I see a dandelion puff<BR/>plummeting towards a brick<BR/>about to bite the dust<BR/>so I blow it over to some dirt<BR/>to lay hay babies<BR/>while the sun still shinesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18628978.post-1161712466283973552006-10-24T10:54:00.000-07:002006-10-24T10:54:00.000-07:00Tower of Babel didn’t reach this highThat edifice ...Tower of Babel didn’t reach this high<BR/>That edifice which touched the sky <BR/>So fell the tower to crush their pride<BR/>How I wish that mine had died<BR/>I’m afraid to fall<BR/><BR/>Afraid to fail or disappoint<BR/>I stand up here without support<BR/>Don’t ask for help, I stand aloft<BR/>Only raging storms could through me off<BR/>But this still wind-it makes no sound<BR/>The trees are green, the sky so blue<BR/>So I enjoy the lovely view<BR/>Rain clouds are not seen today<BR/>All my fears are swept away<BR/>‘Till I look down<BR/><BR/>Tower of Babel didn’t reach this high<BR/>That edifice which touched the sky <BR/>So fell the tower to crush their pride<BR/>How I wish that mine had died<BR/>I’m afraid to fallAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com