over two decades in the making.
a timeshifting autobiographical poetry collage w/photography.
a diaristic, nearly "daily writing" (ad)venture.
new pieces are posted most days..
**new and in progress** --
recordings of each poem are being added.
these are read by the author & posted to each poem's page.
--Del Ray Cross (contact delraycross at gmail)
apartments. 3 super stockings in 1. the sex is wrinkled. I guess it’s bees. but there weren’t any plan bees. a glad slob in a car. super foggy movies are dire. it’s a serious TIME TO GET YR ASS together ones and twos. 14 screws. everybody stripped I know. I haven’t written ok. the green banana on the telephone reminds me of the movie forever. chaps locked up in somebody else’s suit case. locked for a week. three times three is one less than two by four. moping broke and. one banana less than among other reasons for feeling super today is the super lips. in the palm of. my hand. is. I don’t feel right exorbitant. feel right apartment. terribly. lovely highlights and dance numbers 1, 2 and 3. last couple weeks Amherst going away party and the new geodesic kitty box. seriously wrinkled. it pisses guesses off. can’t be happy happy or happier? new apartment. footsteps. around the corner and le French girls feline. meaning beeline about jobmarket on Belden this Friday. oui Friday Friday. French Friday. I’m terribly broke til next payday. but I’m interested. interested in cognitive theory. as it relates to memory. mem cogs. very nice and cute. oh mandatory screw mtg. 3 new tools. revolutionary supposedly. a little checklist whereby.
the junk outside. the barefoot trees wept rain. a cafe debuted its supermodel, a yummy pumpkin. stuck him in the bed with me and the new yellow sheets. working hard working is what we were doing. haha his mouth was a purse filled with new nickels. because this small apartment fits us just right.
we plump up just to spite the pears and the wine. one comes here to witness such side effects. e.g. a love birthday with imaginary wisdom teeth. yanked. it is effective. we like the sex because it is crisp. the sheets do this to us. and the sofa burns in hell along with all of its fantastical sins.
we are less excited to boogie. the rain stomps on the flesh-colored slipcovers. an august romp makes doing it hotter than ever. how does one imagine it better? honestly if a poem is so subtly soluble why bother to stir anything up? yet nothing is lovelier huh? so for breakfast we enjoyed the elm trees.
our bread tasted like lips and the furniture always needs rearrangement.
we got something really delicious in our eyes for most of the day it was hot and the color of the car that was worried about getting towed
most of the heat at Capp’s is not the kind of heat that you expect and for that matter most of the pasta begins where the poems end
e.g., they begin with something tragic which doesn’t bite I mean there we were the three of us eating and it was really very funny
sometime after the mosquitoes was the sesquicentennial of a little town in Missouri where we bought a few groceries ugh
I told them I wanted a poem with more curve and a bottle of merlot these were both advertised on AOL while we were flirting with the car
and all I got was this online drinking and most of the poems had mosquitoes who then got lost and flirted more and I think may have even danced
so I got more myself on the drive home yeah I mean completely lost it was so lovely like being on one edge of the bed after walking home with our pear and berry juices
what a dull end of the week making for many magical colors however I’m cheery peonies at the flower IHOP with him who was just rubbing and driving around my head so I asked him for an endless hypervivid coffee
no zombies for lunch however my beautiful leafy life with lots of daisies coming out of my ears is absolutely starving his eyes making for many magical colors
what good rubbing up against the metal I told him to come thoroughly because he couldn’t find a parking place even though the fever roses and the geraniums were nutso on a Thursday night
they are all music to my eyes which are also brown and thoroughly become full of every color you’ll agree even though I can see you thinking a positively handsome torpedo goes nutso over my head
riding on the blue train on a day I am debted on the train I am a small glass of blue water and I am determined to drink coffee and be a poet on the itinerary where I guess I can make a dollar riding on a blue checkbook on a day I am indebted I guess I’m always marching to a new leaf a small glass of Galileo trying to turn over a new itinerary riding on the coffee but this time it’s a blue inker on a day I am trying to turn over and be a poet I guess I’m always a new leaf riding on the blue train I turn this time to see the face I’m only loving it’s a little bit of a a new face it’s a bit of a blue inker but this time I really think I see it I guess I’m always marching to a newer leaf
he wants me back he says I’m lost I’ve lived yes it’s the day of the U-Haul truck where 40,000 hearts make their living on eBay this rain’s drained and blown for 3.65 years
and I wants him back too employed and same same place gone crazies and feelings for a Uniball Gel RT med (blue) with light rain over a love over all of the red running pants
and I’m still in love laughing under a wet flag so all over the effort of the green jackets so over it that I don’t know what I feel in a green jacket-sleeve that’s too long in Cantonese
it’s the oblivion of a rainy April afternoon and he wants me back under this place where he’s gone crazy with the spinach or whatever watching that Pontiac burst open like a sun