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Well, as some of you may know, I was working as a bakery clerk in a Vons' Grocery. That lasted about five days. Worst.Job.Ever. They wouldn't even let you have a cup of coffee at discount. And you had to join the union, and still I was only making 7.50 an hour. So I quit on Thursday. I've got some prospects lined up for technical...
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And yet, another new poem.


Remember
That pear mash
Under the tree
The yellowjackets
Mad to couple with it
Their slim and tapered abdomens
Stinging at the sweetness
Silent as grave robbers
You paused
Raking the last autumn leaves
To watch them imbibe darkness
The darkness behind you
Gathering
As silent as
This

copyright 2005 by Michael Walker

Here's a new poem I wrote for a girl I like who just got dumped (again.) I don't know if we will ever get together--she lives quite a ways away from me...


For Kim
By Michael S. Walker

What do you want from me
Lows the Mad Cow
Bumping out of people
Who want only to milk her
And cut her
Stick her into spaces...
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Well, for those of you keeping score, here is the next installment of my novel:


To the cottage of the Honorable Bede, Lee finished.
What did you say? Coldwell said, furrowing his brow.
What did he say? Arthur said, looking at his partner.
The Honorable Bede, Lee said, as if he were trying to explain quantum mechanics to idiot children. We need directions to his...
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This is a poem I wrote when I was living in Washington. I'm posting this for its_weaselle who threatened to whip me if I didn't post a poem.


Ten Year Old Child at the American History Museum
By Michael S. Walker

The culture of money
That was the story.
Surrounded by acolytes
And the kids brainwashed eyes kept drifting
From the ravaged threads of Old...
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Here's the next installment of my novel. Probably the only place you are ever going to see it:

But why are we here? Lee said.
They were standing in front of the train station now. It was a massive structure that seemed to be composed of a single piece of obsidian glass.
Yeahthe city people was big big builders. Thats why this place is called...
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"Where there is no vision, the people perish...The mystics are channels through which a little knowledge of reality filters down into our human universe of ignorance and illusion. A totally unmystical world would be a world totally blind and insane. " Aldous Huxley Grey Eminence

And yet another SB set! I've really got to stop this and get back to writing. I'm definitely not a model.
BobDylan5-Dolls

Well, I put up another attempt at an SB set For some reason, I am really into getting naked right now. It's this site I guess--it liberates me. Anyway, here's the link if you want to check it out. Not really into boxing, but I like the gloves!

BobDylan5-Sparring With Myself

Not much to say...a beautiful day in SoCal. Finally. I went outside and played guitar for a couple of hours. It was good for my soul.
Went to Amazon today and ordered Michel Foucalt's "The History of Sexuality." I tried to read "Madness and Civilization," once but I never got anywhere with it. Let's see how I do with sex. Hmmm...sex, sounds very good indeed....
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Here is the next installment of my novel. I hope you enjoy:

Mind if we ask you some questions? Officer Argon said. There was literally no difference between Officer Argon and Officer Krypton. They were, as far as Lee could tell, identical like the train conductors.
Yes, Officer Krypton hissed. Like where were you on the night of October 15, 1066?
Officer Argon gave his...
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I really want to get my first tattoo. Nothing elaborate--just something on my right arm that shows when I wear t-shirts. I was thinking of getting a tattoo of a cat with a very long neck (sort of Egyptian) but now, I don't know. If anyone has any cool design ideas that they think I might like, I would love it if you would post...
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