Grey cutout, of smoke,
easily dispersed presence,
I hope you die, for peace for
sleep finally proper
sleep
Don't think, don't talk dont
speak,
I know it
I know what I've become
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Fold
Do you pull me,
legless prayer for sightless eye,
I fold, and again, seven times until
I am just layers of myself
legless prayer for sightless eye,
I fold, and again, seven times until
I am just layers of myself
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Twin Particles
Carousel bitter
molasses prize
firework daytime
toppling revelry
Television shoes
reading hat
companion plant
coffee sunset
Laminate breakfast
waffle lung
anthem careful
atlas gun
Foreplay foreword
forest four
fire furnace
finger filming
molasses prize
firework daytime
toppling revelry
Television shoes
reading hat
companion plant
coffee sunset
Laminate breakfast
waffle lung
anthem careful
atlas gun
Foreplay foreword
forest four
fire furnace
finger filming
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Shuffle
Shuffle,
deck of cards smells like
bedsheets and hair,
finger prints fade from them
like breath on glass
The birds outside
somehow weather the cold,
I drink warm lemon water
from a cup and watch
They chirp
dutifully, song
of the arcing sun
Shuffle,
smoke cigarettes from memory
Shuffle,
my skin remains vigilant
Shuffle,
what's coming
deck of cards smells like
bedsheets and hair,
finger prints fade from them
like breath on glass
The birds outside
somehow weather the cold,
I drink warm lemon water
from a cup and watch
They chirp
dutifully, song
of the arcing sun
Shuffle,
smoke cigarettes from memory
Shuffle,
my skin remains vigilant
Shuffle,
what's coming
Monday, January 10, 2011
Finally, The Words
Finally, I found the words I found
the way to manifest the Thing
I've been losing my mind in
trying to do to say
Grip the flesh that covers my ribs,
dig deep, pull
Finally, familiar touch.
the way to manifest the Thing
I've been losing my mind in
trying to do to say
Grip the flesh that covers my ribs,
dig deep, pull
Finally, familiar touch.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
His Lips
Petals to finger tips
like tongue tastes human metal,
he plays his harmonica
until his lips bleed.
Love is killing yourself to have something
life isn't worth living without.
like tongue tastes human metal,
he plays his harmonica
until his lips bleed.
Love is killing yourself to have something
life isn't worth living without.
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