https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-226-jan. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 21:38:11 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2653-oddities-on-a-sunday-drive https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2653-oddities-on-a-sunday-drive A signIn front of the churchJust off 72 Avenue Services in KoreanAt Nine Services in SpanishAt Eleven Services in PunjabiAt Two The signIs in English Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:09:27 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2653 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2653 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2653 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2654-love-and-the-stomach-flu https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2654-love-and-the-stomach-flu The sun comes upSlow to wakeOn this day of restThe pungent odourOf regurgitated dinnerAnd a pile of soiled linenIn the hallNext to the loveThat makes the smellBearable Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:30:03 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2651-contradictions-in-love-s-afflictions https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2651-contradictions-in-love-s-afflictions Long days once shaded by hollow liesAlone on the aged crumbled front porchBitter tears drip with confessions criesSlack fingers release the frozen torch Beyond the landscaped fa347ade of truthFabric torn, stitched with unskilled handsSeep insidious into unsuspecting youthUnable to forfeit the inevitable demands Fear begins the deed and then remainsDaylight fades to vacant empty staresLink by broken link becomes the chainsUntil naught is left but tattered wares Tired hands continuous in their roundsCessation of pain plays and then rewindsThe black words unspoken resoundsthe morning light heartlessly reminds Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:29:55 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2651 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2651 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2651 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2652-chapstick-no-longer-required-a-cinquain https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2652-chapstick-no-longer-required-a-cinquain His smileCracks the facadeOf the mask I once woreClean air rushes through belovedLips touch Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:26:59 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2652 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2652 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2652 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2650-call-me-a-hypocrit-but-a-happy-one https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2650-call-me-a-hypocrit-but-a-happy-one I protestThe meaningIndustry createsFor profitOf love Until I open the cardSkip the strategicallyTyped hypeSeeYour words Printed in blue ink223My love, my passion, my conviction, my love, I love you224 And I meltLike butterand let the shortbreadGo straight to my thighs Industry be damnedbecause I believe Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:22:47 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2650 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2650 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2650 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2647-beyond-touch https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2647-beyond-touch How do I describeA feelingWithout saying itThe same wayMillions have before When you look at meSeduce meAre seduced by meGlide your handsAlong my inner thigh And despiteThat I comeUndoneOverAnd overThen over again I'd stillLook at youThe sameIf I never cameagain Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:21:09 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2647