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tiny verses

by Eduardo Ramos | November, 2005 | ?: poem | 1 Comment [here there] Here we were there where we was at war with words. [moving along] Traveling narcissism always embarks upon its own journey towards another. [snow is gone] Why, it melted when the world was free from freezing.

For all who are traveling

by Eduardo Ramos | November, 2005 | ?: poem | No Comments [Driving home] for Amy Here we are somewhere, the streetlights seem. They are planted in a row firmly on the pavement. From one end of the road to the ending far-off lights, the antipodes of moving stars are one-by-one and are going and going. In a car like a cat-in-a-box where from time to time the windows fog with sighs, somewhere is somewhere. Gone. The streets are tied in knots overhead [...]

I went for a walk tonight

by Eduardo Ramos | November, 2005 | ?: poem | No Comments Hello, migratory winged word listener! You’ve followed your nose, which always knows where to find these little stories like mousetraps! I went for a walk tonight, for a second time this day, in the rain again. I became wet a second time, willingly, as I walked again this night, and I will again. And again. And [...]

lending, borrowing

by Eduardo Ramos | November, 2005 | ?: poem | 1 Comment Some things are so delightful they must be shared. Another thing left here to be found by those who want it Amy’s words [re]arranged by Me father for the first time said child will resist me he had in her yard in Indiana, from Mississippi a poet performing gleefully tonight, they are disguised as dirges leaking out over sleep on the spot [...]

responses to neil and marco

by Eduardo Ramos | November, 2005 | ?: poem | No Comments To Neil the Star is not too far when a Car. a rocking Perch is Vessel. Tree it. the black Yard Torch is trotting. scritch scratch the Earth touch back. relative Knick Knack to be exact. great big Ball of All. we on it we in it. but most of all within It. To Marco abstract you don’t go back the mystery of history try try know not why thinking is to [...]

see us see c-ville: the fotchpak revisited

by Eduardo Ramos | November, 2005 | ?: poem | No Comments Matt and Marco and myself had a wonderful time in Charlottesville. And we don’t even know Charlotte. But if the city is any indication, she is a great gal. Amy and Arantxa showed us a good time and provided us shelter. Paddy provided us performance. What magic! The following is an edit of The fotchpak. [...]

lay off my fotchpak, you big palooka

by Eduardo Ramos | June, 2005 | ?: poem, texts | No Comments It was noon and the scallywunches were dillying through a large, brambled meadow of wheapnipples. Treading about griplessly, dwindling their cares around the smell of gripplecrag and horseshoes, they went about the day with reckless wheatabix. By evening their foppledunks had sweened the entire skyface of Alblama, and little was left for their steps to callhollow [...]
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