Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
award
voracious ripping into oblivion push yourself through my skin smooth and white a visage in spite but who benefits from this beating into
nothing
what if we just stopped and waited and i became
real again
why am i looking for approval when i dismiss every painted splintered boy there’s a pearl on the horizon but it always snaps shut never sure enough
oh this is alright
i know how it works supply the jerks take the ride no harm done but it’s never finished always rolling eyes back into exposed spines and embarrassing declarations
why so much fuss to see you naked?
what doesn’t come with a prices hides a promise never kept who can save nothing from nothing else never a bridesmaid it’s only my pride
stop pushing
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
(a little transfixed after midnight)
The sun begins and ends
with you.
This cool meltdown,
dripping its watery ink,
melting in your profile --
disorder distinct.
I am accepted into
your warm, grey
shelter.
Many times like these,
it seems,
break my heart
to dream,
with you.
This cool meltdown,
dripping its watery ink,
melting in your profile --
disorder distinct.
I am accepted into
your warm, grey
shelter.
Many times like these,
it seems,
break my heart
to dream,
Lyrical
No words can embrace
this understanding
this wait is still
far too demanding
Watch for an ancient train
that won't go off
the rails
but can't stay in the lane
How much do I pray
in private pain
I need a warm body
this understanding
this wait is still
far too demanding
Watch for an ancient train
that won't go off
the rails
but can't stay in the lane
How much do I pray
in private pain
I need a warm body
Monday, April 18, 2011
Don't Say That
I fell in love with
you,
who asked me
not to
what could be more painful than that?
a life sentence
you,
who asked me
not to
what could be more painful than that?
a life sentence
Sunday, April 17, 2011
A-Z
I have your
straight razor
hidden
in a green drawer
-- in case of
emergency
In times of
greater
lucidity,
I'd rather have
your heart
straight razor
hidden
in a green drawer
-- in case of
emergency
In times of
greater
lucidity,
I'd rather have
your heart
Death at Xmas
It could take more time than I have
to build me back up again
The hustle and bustle just makes the trivial
less fulfilling
Selfish depression makes it
hard to breathe
in the snow and the sleet and
oh well you love her
she's just so sweet
I think about my friend,
worrying about a gift for his daughter
-- if it will suffice
Well, some things are nice.
to build me back up again
The hustle and bustle just makes the trivial
less fulfilling
Selfish depression makes it
hard to breathe
in the snow and the sleet and
oh well you love her
she's just so sweet
I think about my friend,
worrying about a gift for his daughter
-- if it will suffice
Well, some things are nice.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
