This is to inform
you that you received
an Honorable Mention
in the recent publication,
Who's Who In Global Obscurity.
hans ostrom 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sudden Infinity
not sure.
do know history's owned.
driver's ed.
the allies. you remember them.
cut the heads off.
indescribable scene.
sources say myth.
sources say fear.
sources. say.
sources. "the thing is,
he had to have known."
percentages on the back end, said
my friend in Hollywood, which
does not give
does not give
does not give
a
shit.
in other news, we, collectively,
have raised the average
temperature.
what to do?
did you say, "what to do?"
well then to that i say,
yes, let us ask and let us try
to
answer
hans ostrom 2013
do know history's owned.
driver's ed.
the allies. you remember them.
cut the heads off.
indescribable scene.
sources say myth.
sources say fear.
sources. say.
sources. "the thing is,
he had to have known."
percentages on the back end, said
my friend in Hollywood, which
does not give
does not give
does not give
a
shit.
in other news, we, collectively,
have raised the average
temperature.
what to do?
did you say, "what to do?"
well then to that i say,
yes, let us ask and let us try
to
answer
hans ostrom 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Man, Bicycle, Shirts, and Crows
With his right hand, a man
pushed a bicycle. With his left
hand he carried five white shirts
on hangers, covered in transparent
plastic. Three crows yelled.
They said, Get on that bike
and ride, brother! Wear black,
wear black, wear black!
Hans Ostrom, c. 2013
pushed a bicycle. With his left
hand he carried five white shirts
on hangers, covered in transparent
plastic. Three crows yelled.
They said, Get on that bike
and ride, brother! Wear black,
wear black, wear black!
Hans Ostrom, c. 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Gothic Fog
He stepped outside
and rubbed the fog,
its pliant hide. What's
inside you? he asked.
No answer. Just muffled
rumblings. Suddenly
a woman's hand emerged,
caressed his cheek and neck.
"Come in," a female voice
said clearly. He entered
the fog. In there, faces floated
like unlit paper lanterns.
A chorus of moans arose.
He turned to escape, but
elsewhere had vanished.
He was inside the fog now.
He moaned.
hans ostrom, 2013
and rubbed the fog,
its pliant hide. What's
inside you? he asked.
No answer. Just muffled
rumblings. Suddenly
a woman's hand emerged,
caressed his cheek and neck.
"Come in," a female voice
said clearly. He entered
the fog. In there, faces floated
like unlit paper lanterns.
A chorus of moans arose.
He turned to escape, but
elsewhere had vanished.
He was inside the fog now.
He moaned.
hans ostrom, 2013
Gardener's Soft Porn
After the first seed-catalogue
arrives in Winter, I paw through
it as eagerly as I gawked
at my older brother's
Playboy when I was 15.
hans ostrom, 2013
arrives in Winter, I paw through
it as eagerly as I gawked
at my older brother's
Playboy when I was 15.
hans ostrom, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Poet's Musings: Torture
Re-posting one from 4 years ago.
Link below:
Poet's Musings: Torture: In a discussion-group recently, we read Poems From Guantanamo, edited by Marc Falkoff. As you might guess from the title, the poems were wr...
Link below:
Poet's Musings: Torture: In a discussion-group recently, we read Poems From Guantanamo, edited by Marc Falkoff. As you might guess from the title, the poems were wr...
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