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.
