May 2009
2 posts
A perfect part.
Kisses Buttoned cardigan wrists Nose, bruised ankle from Eric Pushing you up
You were winning the race of stairs You: my life, little traced one Be not fooled
(And I will not be one…)
March 2009
4 posts
(___________)
(Ictus’ lips spy what’s invisible to eye: the subtle hint of Spanish fly coalescing his Martini glass’ bubbling eddy of Brut. Chambord! She calls it, the red liqueur cure. Puts the bitter away.)
Chasing Dawn.
Waking early. Chasing dawn, Here we are. Unaware of children crying; in America mockingbirds sing. America, smile… that bewildered sultry grin. Dance, America; like thunder—flash and roll, in euphoria’s oblivion—to the sickness within.
The first time’s always Emo;
objectivity growing from the passing milestones (or reaching thirty, whichever comes first.) Today’s a spread open & take it away sorta day. Today, I will not repeat the past mis(s)takes. I will not like myself much, today. I love me.
February 2009
2 posts
The Imperative I will Never Appear.
Let’s to bed, eye said. Soft & silent
lips remain un-parted.
Let’s rise, Dick replies.
Thinned light
ebbing up
on our horizon.
Go Downtown, simultaneous
frown. To work the day away;
our ultimate misfortune.
sheeted cloud billows descend
upon a quivering
mess. the final column’s
pierce—toward heaven & toss
sundial’s of light across
the impressionist wreckage
of a city.
true lovers kiss, in a way
disaffected by the decay
of time.
January 2009
11 posts
funeralface:Arcade Fire - Neighbourhood #1...
She turned
away from dismal daytime soap drama, facing news, papers & books; funny pages with hopeful almonds milked eyes. They all were—the comics were getting away with murder. The irony made her mind cry.
4 tags
do not hate the wind
which cools you within rambling pungent waves, sorry to have blown you’re everlasting love away, everything is said to be orbital beginning to the point we call end,
favored feathers shall blow this way
again
Zorgs painterly light.
Jean-Baptiste the seemingly perfect Sane painterly iterations of land Scapes & dreams we’d all love to know Merging—the world highway’s two lanes Of truthful hopefuls or liarly painters’ Lovely lighted pictures upon Melting snow
ofview.
it isn’t supposed to end this way. now. i see through camera’s obscure lens’s. cleansed. boxed. horizon’s finite parallels of view— sky’s reflectioned water. blue. eye’d sink to swim, sighing into depths
ofyou.
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I want to be more than a consuming force in this world. Getting out and taking action. So many problems in this...
She has been called.
Leviathan. Beast. Of burden. Whore. Child. Screwed. Savage. HedgeMonEyed. Beast of burden. Flower. Child. Wrench. Tossed. Tool. She has been. Called. Insignificant. Themed. Tied. Silent. Tried. Untrue. Never. Tamed. Unhappily Never. Named. True.
December 2008
5 posts
City Noise
(making us stranger)
this mixtape in our hearts complicating simple mistakes with faces made as I turn & go 2 change—2 plug ears—new form & flight—set this stage, we couldn’t engage, so we cut all ties by candlelight
[… for these answers we all scratch to know…]
Chula Chululalula
Walks through space In ways you nor I could Understand. We catch her Wind whispers through clear Channels, ways & means Picking flower blossoms of paint By numbered inflections From her—lake Streaming Flood…
Coraline
2 buttons 4 stitches
and nothing hurt at all
Over There.
My toes are cold. Come home, he says. To you? To warmth in your bread by the fire, we’ll hide under down from the snow. And my studies? Quit? Again? Take a break. My third? You are beautiful, I need you here.
November 2008
19 posts
belle
Is this timeless stated mind. Can’t be argued, rooms with truth within the heart of crystal castled somewhere beyond this maze. Material—fades… the tapestry of well-woven soul undulates silk like Immortal.
…In fact, i never was.
I’m not pissed, you don’t love me. I’m pissed at how you love,
with your mouth opened wide in the wrong directions. Detailing it all, involving others.
Don’t worry _______— (i) wont be here long…
Giving Thanks
I drove all this way to thank you. Your gifts were most delectable I’ve yet received, once I made it past the hand pressed poison oak wrapping paper and that damned barbed wire.
3 tags
a blessing
god bless lovers truly the muse mused and musing those unwilling to play shallow games god bless the kiss smile the hug and the sun god you are all of this Bless you
airloomed
goldinfifty:
small autumn maple leafs fly across lands press windowspains lovers collect into jars upon mantelpieces dip in 24karats dangling lights above cradles someday great grand daughters’ll wear around collarbones passing this Fall on
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Falling, leaves.
contemplating the ratio of leaves escaping on breezes—opposing the black-bagged pilings wind through treestalk, trunk and root damp in rich soiled earth
sucking the water out of the rain cloud
love is
not a haunting
it’s an experiment
where your thoughts lay
you will find it resting in the shade
of the gnarly weathered tree: your tree
the one planted in your names dawning antiquity
Amaterasu
wake & rise from the cave shine with your quivering bow. your brother cannot harm you here the petals bloom before your mirror— gentle touch is melting heartsnow. screw the dress. you‘re scene.
天照
[…My best friend knows this old guy who: keeps a...
My dress hangs here for her to wear out I’d walked in beauty too— till I met You—here—hangs this chain this Thing this old girl Keeps We’re all honey Dripping Through …]
In honor of Charles M. Loring: Treelover and Civic...
Let dead names be eternalized by dead stones Let living names by living shafts be known: Plant thou a tree whose griefless leaves shall sing Thy deed and thee, each fresh unfolding spring
(found: wiki )
History Speaks.
History: Please stop fixing me. Man: How so? History: Leave me be. I happened. Your edits make encore’s. Man: So? History: Why would you want to hear this song again? Man: My song.
Cleats
Crush through skin In the dark Moonlit stadium The players dance rings Around slithering snakes and pools Of blood Rising from the grotesque
Carnage The bleeding Fruit of the loom: grapes make wine.
Bipolar bear
The periodical’s read: Sightings in Hungary! Spain, New Mexico, Seattle, Manhattan, Paris, Texas, Detroit, Missouri & Long Beach Car’s parked right outside He says we’re headed East The sun rises over left shoulders
Untitled. (distinguished pine-breeze sound)
stands tall & coated only with the starscape of rain dropped cats-paws running down black breasted trunk—nestled within this 2nd dimension—flat screened forest.
without name: she is queen
of not being found.
Lazy Lazarus.
Annihilate decades—while peanut gallery Shoves to see… unwrap me—strip this tease… dying—art; like everything else—I do well —so it feels like hell… real. You could say I’ve a call…
Memory as Spark.
Darkness amplifies senses—sounds, a cricket sings warm cider is best by fire lights camped—see The world is this: microcosm of smell—the weather, Her hair, His neck,
Touch.
In stars light.
she hangs
Dip in the dark deep jaded liquid glass: dirty sheet—slept-in, worn-through use signs of life—washed clean in trepidations baptismal forgiveness of life—sin, in a rinse… on a clothespin.
October 2008
39 posts
Modern Parenting
I can’t remember the password to update your blog & I’m sorry. All these words bubble out of your head. Your gmail is likewise good as dead, unchecked 4 months. Your 5 & nobody writes to 5yr. olds.
Ice-nine.
Our arts & craft do nothing for the climate starved or trodden upon by songs which do little more than glorify self ish talents. You are better than this. (via: gin-boots:)
What Kind of Quack?
(Jen Pointe): I’m sick… you’ve no idea how this feels. I’m dizzy, detached… nauseous.
(Doctor Vertigo): When did this begin?
(Jen Pointe): After my 15th fall attempt @ Le Fouette en Tournant.
(Doctor Vertigo): Try spotting.
(Jen Pointe): In Adagio, in our room which spins?
MANIFEST.
Be joyful. Please women (more). Take love to field. Lie shaded. Rest(head)inherlap. Swear allegiance to nighest (your thoughts) as soon as politicos predict motionsofmind, lose it asign marking -the way you wouldn’t go… Practice resurrection.
(found via: star-wars)
Aint Got No Hungereen’ Eyes-
Black, pitch like Tar Babies like blacksknowhite aint got ‘nuff light fo’ us The inside of knights Amour
Fight B(l)ack & you’ll (n)ever be free From sin
Be whomever You born to be. Baby.
Le mur.
I: u r dealing with some very real shit.
u: because i am 1 of a
few that can handle it.
I: why talk about it.
u: because i need help.
You Who's Lost.
star-wars:Raininside & its not for you. Its hersacrificing children to ideals beyondhereach—the starved—just beyond sanitymeltinginto gingham spaced to enjoy—but, instead, borderline argue: Valium, espresso, 13th cigarette & 1st meal 4 days wont get through to(You who’s lost all faith.)night.
A List For All of Our Daughters.
1. If you can’t help get out the way. 2. Don’t be too careful w/words you need to say. 3. Say what you mean, you can change, expand or retract. Nothing matters save you get started.