Sunday, January 22, 2006


by nruhtra

the creepy crack head friend of mine
the homeless place he calls his thought
the silly putty tinker toy
the mirror ball reflects below
the grazing herd the lemming goat
the move toward the moving from
the winter home upon the hill
the summer shade a caving in
the psychotronic talking box
the mainstream ninety-two percent
the laughing dying culture pop
the point of view the bleeding heart
the easily digested hurt
the famous moldy party hop
a fantasy the way it could
the shaping things a prostitute
a naked mix a magazine
a picture of us in a dream

ultra/ULTRA get me in there
ultra/ULTRA get me out

Wednesday, January 18, 2006


by tink (tinkerbell.sarah)

there's a peculiar taste to the air tonight
an un-tasteable flavour, defying it's pigeon hole
a heat flash of a tingle
tha crawls slowly from the back of your jaw
it's not quite pleasant
but not altogether awful
and holds you with
the twisted interest level
of a bad accident you drive past
with deliberately exaggerated caution
and cannot
will not
look away

there's a lurking demon in my closet tonight
and the crack in the door seems very far away
to close or not to close it, that is the question
whether t'is nobler in the mind's eye to suffer
or a smarter bet to go to sleep
with my head under my pillow
and forget that I remember
the demon's name
and that
his number is still written down

there's an undercurrent of hope tonight
and it's sweeping my feet from under me
but it flows so slowly that i can't feel
the sand that I've built my life on
between my toes
as it moves invisible
back into the sea
from whence it came

there's a murmur of waves in the wind tonight
and it envelopes me with a maternal kiss
to the forehead
wishiing me angels on my pillow
and the promise of a new day
a new day in which
i can choose to shine
Or hide in the storm clouds
no matter the actual weather

There's a quiet amusement that's improvng tonight
and finding all of the long hidden ticklish spots
the laughter isn't quite as boisterous as it once was
but the emotion is twice as strong
and more than real
i think that i might
for once
get some sleep

Friday, January 13, 2006

Handy Dandy

Handy dandy, controversy surrounds him
He been around the world and back again
Something in the moonlight still hounds him
Handy dandy, just like sugar and candy

Handy dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says
'Strike up the band', they hit it
Handy dandy, handy dandy

You say, 'What are ya made of?'
He says, 'Can you repeat what you said?'
You'll say, 'What are you afraid of?'
He'll say, 'Nothin' neither 'live nor dead.'

Handy dandy, he got a stick in his hand and a pocket full of money
He says, 'Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?'
She says, 'You got all the time in the world, honey.'
Handy dandy, Handy dandy

He's got that clear crystal fountain
He's got that soft silky skin
He's got that fortress on the mountain
With no doors, no windows, no thieves can break in

Handy dandy, sitting with a girl named Nancy in a garden feelin' kind of lazy
He says, 'Ya want a gun? I'll give you one.' She says, 'Boy, you talking crazy.'
Handy dandy, just like sugar and candy
Handy dandy, pour him another brandy

Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full of sorrow
He finishes his drink, he gets up from the table he says,
'Okay, boys, I'll see you tomorrow.'
Handy dandy, handy dandy, just like sugar and candy
Handy dandy, just like sugar and candy

Bob Dylan 1990