Notes from Archy while the World was Burning
Friday, December 30, 2011
Digital clock
doesn't know
he's wrong.
Archy
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Uncle Charlie-
They're celebrating
on the soccer field
of my lonesome heart.
Archy
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I cried for you
for two minutes
and that's all.
Archy
Saturday, December 24, 2011
I grew up in the house
of strays,
orphans,
vagrants,
and Reformed Pirates.
Archy
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Life, with its string
of suspicions
seems to me a work
in moving pictures.
Archy
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
You can fake your own death
But
Can you fake your own birth?
Archy
Monday, December 19, 2011
When it comes
you won't have to
measure it
you'll just know.
Archy
Friday, December 16, 2011
The water tower is bulging
with flammable neurotoxins.
Coming soon
to a kitchen faucet near you.
Archy
Saturday, December 10, 2011
I saw
a row of
power lines
but no bird.
I guess he got laid off.
Archy
Thursday, December 8, 2011
It is my strange belief
that coffee should taste
like coffee.
Archy
Monday, December 5, 2011
It doesn't matter
Rich or poor
We all get toast crumbs
in the butter jar.
Archy
Saturday, December 3, 2011
I used to drink my coffee at
Citizen Cafe
76% Rad.
Archy
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Where are my dreams?
Maybe they got wet
in this past rain
or the one before.
Archy
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