thinglets: Poetry Shooters

Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real.
- Derek Dick 

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
- Allen Ginsberg 

The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
- T.S. Eliot 

Down by the Riverside motel, it's 10 below and falling.
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes and started swaying.
But it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.
- Tom Waits 

Us people are just poems. 
We're 90% metaphor 
with a leanness of meaning 
approaching hyper-distillation.
- ani difranco 

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough. 
- Ezra Pound 

I've got this great idea.
Why don't we pitch it to the Franklin Fucking Mint?
Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom singing whatever and ever Amen.
- Ben Folds 

Scrambled eggs and whiskey in the false-dawn light.
- Hayden Carruth

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- W.B. Yeats 

Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave Brubeck.
We come now, frantically searching for Thomas More, rainbow villages.
Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik,
to add bass, to a bottomless pit of insecurity.
- Gil Scott-Heron