https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-223-week-of-nbsp-07-02-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 00:38:23 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5195-a-picture-with-no-name https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5195-a-picture-with-no-name Young dumb and October 1972 kzealy Only In The Eyes of the Beholder Wed, 01 Apr 2009 18:32:33 GMT /section-61-only-in-the-eyes-of-the-beholder#comments 12 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1813-10-9-8-7-6-and-five-more-makes-11. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1813-10-9-8-7-6-and-five-more-makes-11. I glanced downand thought I hadeleven fingers so,in a panicI re-counted them all. I was surprisedthat I didn't recognize the backs of my hands. So many timespeople talked abouttheir fond memoriesof the backs of their own hands wistfully almost Of course, I can't put any namesto those faces I remember themjust like I remember the back of my hand anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1813 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1813 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1813 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2277-88 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2277-88 don't come to me looking for poetrywhen you know I have no souli gave that shit up backwhen the last full moon set on eighty-eight the camels stopped marching to my lipsand the oasis of my childhoodturned out to be just another one of Homer's miragesgreek and hairy -- a great cook with giant sagging tits. don't ask me to paint for you againwhen you know I have no eyesi gave that shit up backwhen you kissed me good bye in eighty-eight miss america pie and vincent never gave you a second glanceand i can sing you every word ... more anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2277 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2277 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2277 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1280-a-close-up-on-history https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1280-a-close-up-on-history the crunching of antsbelow a soldier's worn boot keeps the rhythm rightfor the sun to cross the sky the sons and daughtersof America stand tall the ants are, of course,all forgotten and unmournedsuch is the lot of losers anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1280 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1280 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1280 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1348-a-cup-of-coffee-with-johnny https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1348-a-cup-of-coffee-with-johnny Somewhere there's a prairiefull of wheat and wind and some guy named Johnny is lookingout over the cropwhere the sunlight reflects goldbelowand the grace of Godabove. I'm in the city though,here Godis in the gray skies,the potholes, the gangsters with guns,the lowcut blouses of whore-office-managers,the middle eastern cab drivers,the broken window on the 50th floorof the brown building on State Street,the corpse of the junkie on the Common,andthe prayers drown out sirensand hookers screamingat their pimps anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1348 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1348 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1348 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1590-a-day-out-of-the-nursinghome https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1590-a-day-out-of-the-nursinghome Grandma wears a peach girdle that rides up in the back until it's touching her bra strap Mom says nothing, because there is no tactful way to save her from the humiliation of being 90 anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2279-a-dream https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2279-a-dream I had a dream, it was funny a little mouse came along...he stole my money... then he did his dance and he did his thing, and I'll be damned, but that mouse could sing..he sang, "I'm a mouse. I'm a mouse, don't think I'm not cause I am...just like my mother. I'm a mouse, I'm a mouse, don't fuck me over....like my mother." oh sure he was singing out of tune, and yeah I know, he sounded like a loon, but he was a mouse, he was a mouse he was a mouse, and I'll ... more anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2279 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2279 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2279 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2276-a-drop-of-truth https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2276-a-drop-of-truth tin kettle whistlingsteam condenses on the wallmouse drinks silently anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2276 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2276 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2276 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1946-a-man-about-a-hoarse-laugh https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1946-a-man-about-a-hoarse-laugh i like the spot below your smilewhere your neck seems so long when you're nakedand we're talking about the kids. I like the moments when the silenceunfolds in ecstasy when you dare not tell methe dream you're having I like the sounds of your whisperwith the lights off and darkness deep when we mesh in distant adorationthe sad notions of our emptiness i like the spot below your smilewhere your neck seems so long anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1946 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1946 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1946 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1392-a-silly-animal-poem-for-a-jilted-lover https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1392-a-silly-animal-poem-for-a-jilted-lover so this is how it iswhen i let you down forgiveness helper monkeyslaughing but less lovedthan me. so this is how you arewhen I leave youfor dreams and darkness forgiveness zebra racing across the savannahkeeping the beat of our heartsas we dance so this is how i amwhen we are apartscaredsick alone. unforgiven anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1392 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1392 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1392 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2148-a-thought-on-what-trivial-things-mean https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2148-a-thought-on-what-trivial-things-mean there was a ceramic loon with a chipped beaknext to the black franklin stoveatop the small foundation of red brick in twenty yearsi never heard you name itbut you always made surehe was set a certain way you pretended he didn't matterbut i know better anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2148 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2148 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2148 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1916-a-worm-by-the-apple-tree https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1916-a-worm-by-the-apple-tree i noticed that you are fleshycurvedsoftand red when you're ripe that is wheni eat you before you come downand rot anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1916 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1916 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1916 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1258-acryllic https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1258-acryllic paint me pinkand call me bobwatch me wigglewatch me throb paint me blueand call me melyes it's true..thisishell. paint me redand call me nedit don't matterwhat i said paint me whiteand call me Stevei don't carewhat you believe anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1258 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1258 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1258 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1875-advice-i-ll-take https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1875-advice-i-ll-take Julie gave me words of wisdomthat I'll take to my grave,"People don't like dead animalsunless they're served with ketchup." i'm a big guy, but i'm going to be crematedso there will be plenty of room and since i'm an animalI figure I'll need the ketchupbecause I can't go through eternity with everyone hating me anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1875 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1875 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1875 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1648-advice-to-a-dear-fetus https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1648-advice-to-a-dear-fetus dear fetusso well lovedbeat onbeat onand grab hold heryoung innards if you dreamunwantedspit it forthwith her cheeriosand be not still or worry notit is only the firstof many dreamsunwanted. dear fetusso well lovedgrow stronggrow strongand fill herwomb with joyful kicks if you prayworldless wordlessand in dark warmseclusionbless heryour dear mother and worry notit is only the firstof your many blessings anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1648 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1648 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1648 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2284-after-the-landmine https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2284-after-the-landmine i do not sit cross-leggedwhen the grass is talland the smell of summeris whisping through the fireflies or after the first snowplays hide-n-seekbetween the brown dead blades i do not sit cross-leggedwith your chestnut hairsplayed wreckless on my lap or after you tell mei don't love youanymore anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2284 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2284 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2284 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2282-afternoon-at-my-house-in-lowell https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2282-afternoon-at-my-house-in-lowell Again in Lowell we arrive and restour home gold with black shuttersyou barely notice. I upon the front stoop,you inside at the diningroomtable sorting mail These are the times we won't rememberwhen we're so busy dyingto remember the good dayswe had. These are the times we should rememberthough and it makes me sadto think of all the innocenselocked up hereand there Behind the hutchunder the untrimmed evergreen shrubwith the lost tennis racketand the half-deflated football. These are the times we'll forgetuntil we dieand of course... regret anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2282 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2282 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2282 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1128-all-sorts-of-wrong https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1128-all-sorts-of-wrong Her eyes are pits of endless azure hellto reflect the curse that is writ on herI know every unholy inch and tellthe story her desperate wrath incurs.Love is a hoary beast with forty heartsI've stabbed each twice with my silver cleaverthat gory truth made up of nasty liesand blood spurted from that cold deceiver.Damn me, she would not die, she would not fallmy heart beat hard, and all my dreams revealedinside the yelp of fear at her footsteps in my hallswhere steely words that I love best concealedboyhood wishes for endless perfect herbeside the hard wet place my ... more anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1128 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1128 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1128 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1192-all-s-well-that-ends-in-flames https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1192-all-s-well-that-ends-in-flames the freshly grated road twistedall 12 miles around the lake past hundreds of cottagesfilled with happinessand wood stoves but there were no fireson the day we took our walkand I politely dumped youinto the dark black mudof the spring fed streama couple of hundred yards from the lake. No one ever believes mewhen I explain the mating rituals of New Englandand the proper way to get a girl to marry you anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1192 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1192 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1192 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2281-almonds-and-prisms https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2281-almonds-and-prisms i took some fishing lineand a needle and pokedit through an almondto hang in my window. i thought maybe ifthe light hit it just righti might be able to seemore clearly. the afternoon sunbeamscareened through my prismwhich was just to the leftof it and left a rainbow on my wall that covered most of the dingylittle shadow of the nut,and only the smell in the airsuggested the marzipan I couldn't see anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2281 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2281 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2281