On the flop

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 05 Jan 2010 12:38:00 GMT

chaos girl raises
just can’t read her
poker face

so do tell, what’s that thing on your head?



Suicide King- Colored
Originally uploaded by Lucky1988

Monsters n Dames submission
Originally uploaded by Erika Moen


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150%

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 13 Sep 2009 10:41:00 GMT

solo concert
etudes for piano
three hands

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Near Tina says Vanna

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 28 Feb 2009 21:33:00 GMT

I just would like to state here that hello
is not really what one says to a mulatto
brought up for murder 1. The albino
judge, face sharp and pinched as a mosquito
had heard the theories of altered libido.
“This is not justice, this is denial,”


I whispered, “a travesty of denial
much deeper than any muttered hello
can contain.” I could tell that the libido
argument was making the poor mulatto
squirm and twitch as though a trained mosquito
had been sicced on him by that albino.


Everyone called hizzoner albino
though he had lots of color. More denial,
I fumed, and more of that damn mosquito
obfuscation! Oh don’t mind me, hello!
Clearly I was the last hope that that mulatto
had, with all this blather of libido.


He had no more and no less libido
than anyone else there, me, the albino,
or the DA, Vanna. The mulatto
stared at Exhibit A in denial.
Was that shank was how he had said hello
to Miss Tina, felling her like a mosquito?


Wait! That’s it! In winter, what mosquito,
whether it had a prodigious libido
or not, could so much as signal hello
anyway? I sent a note to Judge albino
floating the idea of a denial
exonerating the poor mulatto


of all charges. Each of us is mulatto
just as each of us is part mosquito.
Vainly, then, do we sing our denial.
It is no more than frustrated libido
that quickens both the swarthy albino
and yourself. How low, how low your hello?


Signaling my mulatto of suspect libido,
as low as a mosquito was to that albino,
the motion of denial became just “hello.”

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Slow movement

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 03 Aug 2008 12:33:00 GMT

violins to your left
low strings
to the right
raise your baton to cue dust-dimmed suns


Log Boom Park Stars
Originally uploaded by Reid Wolcott


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The classicist

Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 07 Apr 2008 21:49:00 GMT

phase 5 terraforming,
on the skull taps
Black Flag

Depression (lyrics NSFW)

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Spotless mirror

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:17:00 GMT

bodhisattva’s
implacid glance (it’s the
botox)

recall: the parable of the clones

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Greenbloods

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 19 Feb 2008 18:24:00 GMT

your girlfriend she’s got your pump racing

we swam this far,
we might as well
put up a flag

Green Hearts
Heart feels empty and a crazy stuffin’
Baby it’s a long way to go for nothin’
(nothin’ nothin’ nothin’)
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!

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Fain would I be

Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:19:00 GMT

pure gold flake
spangles my spade –
I wish it were loam

Broom of Cowdenknowes

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By way of justification

Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 24 Dec 2007 18:47:00 GMT

logical, baby…girl does got back
Version 1 Version 2

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